Cough, Cough….


Yesterday I woke up coughing and sputtering around 4am and there was no way I was going to be able to get back to sleep. Ron couldn’t sleep with my coughing either and the darling man got up, got dressed and dashed off to the 24 hour pharmacy for some sweet, sweet elixir of no-coughing-sleepy-happies. I love that man.

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