(I'm still climbing back into bed with my laptop for the next few hours of working, though. Flannel sheets for the win.)
It’s feed a cold, starve…
It's feed a cold, starve a fever, right? Kev and I are both too sick to grocery shop and cook tonight, so we ordered in (not a common occurrence around here). And then, in about ten minutes flat, I devoured shumai, chicken potstickers, beef pad siew, catfish red curry, panang pork curry, and rice. And now I don't feel like I'm going to fall down anymore. Yay, food.