Oh man, I'm sick. I've got the sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head fever kind of cold, and life isn't letting me rest.
Easter, done. Now, birthday party.
So, the invites went out weeks ago, the party is at my in-laws' house (thank you, thank you, thank you!), they're taking care of the food, and all I have to worry about is favors and the Kitty factor. I really really really need to make Bakerella's Kitty pops, I mean, how could I not, right? I figure I have two days to feel better. I'm usually up all night the night before a birthday party anyway, and this time my mom will be in town to help me mold and dip and cuteify. I've got to find a way!
And now, with that final made-up word and assault on the English language, I'm going to curl up into a ball and try not to whimper.