Whine about my cold.

for the plumbest chickens . . .

(he forget to get a cart, he talked to a lady in the soup aisle who suggested he might be better off making his own chicken soup . . . from scratch . . .

So off Snicks went to the produce section to choose the freshest vegetables

Mr. Hippiechick said that couples were supposed to share . . .

Snicks, being the beary compasionate bear that he is, took this all in stride . . . as long as we didn’t give him the cold he would entertain himself and we could all do fun things when the Hippiechick’s got better.

Snicks went to the store to buy some chicken soup.

it still runs it’s course with or without whining

Can’t breath through my nose
Nose is raw from blowing and snotting
Rib cage hurts from coughing
Throat feels like ground beef

waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Still have a little snot traveling around, but not much.

I can inhale without hearing the snot snaps and all.

I really don’t have anything to whine about any more.

Mike gave me his cold. I didn’t really want it . . . but he insisted. It has moved from my head to my chest now. Well not really moved, it’s still in my head, but now in my chest too. I am a mess…

Now I have snot snapping in my chest when I cough.