Sneezy Sunday

7,467.

What's that number you ask? 

That is my approximate guess of how many times I sneezed today. *H'ACHOOOOO.

I woke up just fine, but by the time we were halfway through the 11:00 church service, my sinuses were at a total discord with each other. Not long after that, the sneezing set in, and from there on out, it was a battle that ultimately left me sore-nosed and sullen on the couch with blanket over my wheezing face. 

Hot, I know. 

The silver lining to all of this? The waking up part looked like this: 

crazy morning hair & i love it. 

And this: 

sleeping bag snuggles

and of course... a wake up call for mr. rob! 

^^ Because who needs sleep when they camp, anyway? 

1. I managed to, without infecting anything, turn the small spaces of time between sternutations into productive increments of cooking. Lunches for the week are done. Yay! 

2. Rob fixed our oven, because... well, that's what he does. He fixes everything. I don't know how he always does it, but it happens and for that, he's pretty doggone awesome. 

3. Sydni took a nap & cut up some paper. Hey, we were all being productive, yeah?  

post-church snoooooze

I'll spare you all any photographic evidence of my lovely state right now: couch-bound with tissues in hand, breathing like a Persian cat on a hot day. While I'm sure that's enticing, this day ends here; See you tomorrow ;)

xo | cmd