Scentsless

You'll have about as much luck smelling the mint patch by the breezeway as I have this morning.

I got back to Tennessee with a sore throat, which morphed into sniffles after the big bash at the Museum Center Saturday night, which went to full-blown cold by Monday morning.

Thanks so much to the various sneezing tykes at Disney and on the plane.

Now I'm going to brew myself a nice, hot cup of mint-and-lemon tea and break open a fresh box of Puffs.