neenee
is
dying of her third cold of the season. 
Anyone want my nose?
Anyone want my nose?
misses Aenea.
neenee
will
be in bed, hugging her box of kleenex, for the foreseeable future. 
I actually said out loud a while ago that I regret having decided to have my own little disease vector... :/
emmmmme
says
awww you poor thing! *offers you some soup*
Ashton
says
Feal better!
makes Aenea some sopa de pollo.