How I Spent My Sunday

This is what I've done the live long day. Add the red nose, snorting, coughing. I've faded in and out of sleep watching The Presidents documentary on On Demand. My daughter is demanding I take her to get her new backpack ("Come ON...Mommmm-ehhhhh")My eldest child informs me I sound like his grandmother, my mother, when I talk. (Think Lucille Ball in later years, Suzanne Pleshette)

A vision of loveliness, I am.