Teddy made bread, yummmm! And then she played bocce.

Trooper that she is, she doesn't let the bug get her down as much as me.
Me!.......I did nothing!
Went to Monday morning coffee and then crawlwd back into my den and hibernated all day reading. I did have some of Teddy's hot bread fresh from the oven. I talk like a frog, my lungs are congested, I'm coughing and my nose is running. Arrrrgghhh!

Speaking of frogs here are some frog limericks that I wrote.

Said his Mother to Kermit, “Don’t smoke.
Not even an experimental toke.
Tobacco spells death,
It takes away your breath,
And will eventually cause you to croak.”

When Kermit was a little pollywog.
He climbed up onto a log,
Turned into a frog
In the fog, on that log.
‘Least that’s what they say in the bog.

Now frogs don’t have fur, if you please.
Not on their back nor their head nor their knees
Their skin is quite bare
And lacking in hair.
But it keeps them from infections of fleas.