So they are there this morning, they remove them but the damage is done. So I take my inhalers, take Benedryl and try to get through it. By third hour I'm so tired I'm holding up my head on my hand to stay upright. My tongue is still swollen and I'm talking like Elmer Fudd.
Good news? I get to do it again tomorrow. Yippee.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Seven Seductive SantasSanta #6 seems to need a bit of a rest, odd for one so young. I still maintain #4 was my favorite so far. The final Santa will be sliding down the chimney tomorrow.