Colds suck. I never gave much stock (har har) in the Chicken Soup for a cold thing, but John gave me some chicken and stars soup yesterday because I was so nasty that I couldn’t make anything for myself without getting snot all in it. Eeeew. Anyway, I love the stars so much better than anything else. Little tiny cute puffy pillow stars, floating around in soup. Even if it didn’t make me feel better, I figured it was still fun to eat. But you know what? I DID make me feel better. I woke up today feeling better than I have all week. Not wonderful, still snotty and icky, but tons better than being stuck in bed. I made some again for myself for lunch today, but it wasn’t as good as what John made for me yesterday. He said it’s because his was made with love in it. 🙂 I think he might be right.
