even sick, still sweet

You might not know it to look at me, but I've got a rip roarin' fever and don't feel good at all. I have spend the day either being carried by Mom, in bed, or on the couch. Mommy understands though, since she's still getting over this awful virus herself. I make her smile by saying "Thank You" everytime she fluffs my pillow or helps me blow my nose (though I really blow out my mouth), even if I have to say it three times in a row. I cover my mouth every time I cough too, making her oh so proud.