And A Good Time Was Had By All, Including The Left Nostril

There was much rejoicing, and presents, and boy-crazy shenanigans...





...while his mother sat, enthralled by all around her, as the multitude of tissues continued to soak up all the excess mucus from her left nasal passage.


Life of the party.
And a good time was had by all. Good night.



Comments

Sultan said…
Nice looking party
February 23, 2009 at 7:55 AM
Unknown said…
OMGosh Mary!!! You poor thing...Loved the pics ALL of em...I am still LOL at the last one
;-)
February 23, 2009 at 9:09 AM
Trina said…
Hey, you look the exact same way I feel! I haven't started with the non-stop nasal dripping. Yet.
February 23, 2009 at 12:05 PM
THE DAILY GRIPE said…
Look at all those presents, I'll bet the little guy was sooo happy!
I hope you start to feel better real soon Mary! I know how terrible it is to have one nostril dripping away.. especially at bedtime.
February 23, 2009 at 1:10 PM
Anonymous said…
Poor Mary-get better!
February 23, 2009 at 1:37 PM
Cajoh said…
I used to do that all the time— roll up the tissue and stick it up the nostril to soak up the drips.

Sure hope you're feeling better. Here are some of my Home Remedies to try if you like:
http://cajoh.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-remedies.html

Get well soon.
February 23, 2009 at 1:48 PM
~Thought's By Dena~/ JDs Gift Shack said…
aww well I think its totally cool that even though you was having nasal drip problems you all still had a great party....happy late b-day to your little man...he's very handsome!! Hope you get to feeling better soon!!!
February 23, 2009 at 2:45 PM
Jane! said…
Looking Good!!
Hope you are feeling mo' bedda' soon!
February 23, 2009 at 2:54 PM
Cathy Winsby said…
Looks like we shared the same weekend....at least the kleenex up the nostril part. :)
February 23, 2009 at 5:21 PM
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