Feverish ramblings

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I am sorry for no updates once we got home!

I have a fever, a really stuffy nose, a sore throat and chills. Christian has pink cheeks, a good appetite, a good attitude, and good blood sugar levels. We are all following the diet, and so far only Tommy doesn't seem to get enough to eat from it, so of course, I let him eat more. (Okay, I admit-- I am hungrier on the diet too, but I know I'll get over it).

I am getting ready to hit the sack, but I just wanted to check in. I will leave you with this link that my dad sent to me today.

Turn up your volume. Seriously, you should watch this.

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  1. Miss PuddingApril 15, 2009 at 9:40 PM

    Take care of yourself and get well soon!

    I pulled out the Les Miz soundtrack at home just to remember how that song goes, and she really nailed it!

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  2. Liza GayApril 15, 2009 at 9:47 PM

    Jen,

    I sent this to EVERYBODY today - except, it seems you?

    It's wonderful.

    I cried.

    Ah - there she is striking a blow for grey-haired women with double chins of a certain age. It did me a WORLD of good.

    (You know I stopped coloring my hair, right? Oy - am I grey!)

    Liza

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