I started feeling bad yesterday.
This morning I woke up with what felt like an elephant sitting on my chest and I could barely talk.
And it was SNOWING.
Oh, how I love snow.
(I don't even mean that sarcastically--I REALLY do love snow!)
I decided I needed to make homemade chicken noodle soup.
Monte brought me some from a grocery store last night
bless his heart
but it just
Since we live right by an enormous university that was hosting their rival in a football game at noon,
Monte once again experienced being in a grocery store
all by himself.
I left the whole chicken simmering in a pot on the stove to take a bath and when I came back downstairs, I briefly got an unclogged whiff of the chicken
which we all agreed
reminded us of my grandmother.
Her chicken noodles are just the best.
Good news: Ellie is fever free but still not feeling her 100% self.
She pretty much stayed on the couch all morning.
She loved the chicken noodle soup.
So did I, but not sure I could completely taste it.
Not a good sign
when I used the Neti Pot
and when I did the "I'm a little teapot" tilt
NOTHING came out the other side.
Before I could comletely finish the thought of "Where did it…?"
I got a throat full of salty saline
Sorry. That was gross.
I made A LOT of the homemade chicken noodle soup so I can reheat some for dinner and I stuck the rest into the freezer for another time.
|There is soup in there, I promise.|
No boiling bunnies. Looks a bit creepy.
I helped her cut a piece of foam core and cover the table with a plastic table cloth.
She decided to paint a lighthouse since my mother, Mimi, as the girls call her, loves lighthouses.
|Look at the shading on the lighthouse!|
And today is her birthday.
We were supposed to be together to celebrate.
But, in case you haven't heard, we had a thrown together Thanksgiving and Ellie had a fever that would NOT go away.
But it all worked out as it should have because a nasty cold
makes a terrible birthday present.