Bleh.

I have a cold. I thought it had passed me by, when I got through the weekend with only a mildly sore throat, but yesterday it blossomed into full cold-hood, with my nose running like the Mississippi and everything. I'm sure I snored worse than a chainsaw last night (poor Josh!). As a result, the post I had in mind about L and her sleeping so cutely on her tummy flew completely out of my head. Also, I don't want to rub it in a certain friend's face today that I'm blessed with a baby that sleeps decently. Go visit Amy and give her some sympathy!