All that said, sometimes your body decides to tell you that time needs to slow down. That's when the chicken soup comes in, to which I love and Chris think is gross... but that's because he swears he starts smelling like chicken soup. It makes my throat feel AHmazing! So Chris is just plan wrong.
Sadly today is one of those days. I lay sprawled on the couch switching from sipping a hot tea, some chicken soup and a giant sippy cup of water, all the while looking pathetic but not quite as much as poor Chris.
Oh if chicken soup were a healing potion I would be immortal by now!
Live. Love. Loud.