"Stop it Lizzy!"

My Lizzy is not quite herself. Still trying to conquer a head cold and work she tires herself out and has to take naps. I miss my sunshine.*tearing up* I miss that silly pirate who would make up names for everyone and scare little kids silly on the playground. I know she is not gone forever but I hate hearing her cough at night, unable to sleep. I think my Lizzy is returning though. After work last night she and I watched *in horror* as a fly jumped (literally) in to her milk. I thought she might cry as her face scrunched up in disgust, but she got up with a bounce and grin declaring she would strain her milk. Don't misunderstand me. She was not going to drink her milk after getting the fly out. She was referring to a book we both had read. Grandma's Attic You should read it if you want to know what she meant. Don't worry she did dispose of the milk. However crazy fun she can be at times she is not gross. Moi again ;)