Under the Weather
Satch had some sort of virus, but was able to kick it's bum in just a day. I, on the other hand, must have contracted the mutated deluxe version of it. Robert stayed home today to take care of Satch so I could rest...or try to 'tween the coughing and sneezing and aching. My lymph nodes are swollen and I'm so hoarse that I could easily do an impersonation of Eartha Kitt or maybe Brenda Vacarro's scream.
And the new blogger won't allow me to embed videos, so please check out this new video of Satch here!