I brought home something unintended from the craft show: a bad cold.
I usually swear by Cold-Eeze. They are magic! For me, they can fend off colds altogether, but you have to use them early.
It hadn't rained in Stone Mountain lately, and I naively assumed that the reason I had a stuffy nose was due to all the dust I'd inhaled over the course of four days spent outdoors.
Until my throat started hurting and I got a fever. I really should have known better, especially considering that the same thing happened to me last year.
So since I feel too crummy to go out and take pictures, here's one from a few weeks ago, of some of the eggs from our chickens. I love it when we get speckled ones! Yesterday there was a decidedly beige one too.
I haven't slept well in several nights, but I did have a good dream... I dreamed that a lady came to the craft show and bought ALL the soap. I woke up and thought how great that would be. Then I fell back asleep and had the same dream again, except this time it was Stephen Duffy who bought all the soap. Cool.
Hubby has the same cold, only without the fever. As far as I know, he hasn't dreamed about any pop stars though.