Rosie's second litter!

Well, I guess my Rosie is just a small litter critter cause once again.. she's popped out 6 beautiful little babies! Same size as last time. I'll get some pics in a few days... I want her to rest with them and eat lots before I start bugging her for a photo shoot. LOL

Congrats on the new litter, and shame on you for not having some pics. :rolleyes: But I guess I can forgive you since you share soo many others. ;)

oh gee thanks... i promise when this head cold passes... i'll take some!

You sick too?! Cool, make some room on that :couch:. I've been fighting a virus that my loving daughter shared with me. If I don't make any sense I'm blaming the fever. Heck I might just pass out on the keyboard. :rolleyes:

oh man... we can whine together then! my head feels like it's going to explode and i have to teach tonight.

uuuugggghhhhhhhhh move over. stop hogging the blankee. i'm too hot. i'm cold... move over... i want chocolate covered oreos.

I'm freezing here. Fingers going numb, and typing is the only thing keeping them from freezing solid. ;) This poor site might want tuck us in some corner until we're 'normal' again. Hey stop hogging all the good meds. :evileye:

let go of my leg! i am trying to get comfy. i am trying feel better but you keep kicking me and tugging on the covers...

*off whining and muttering*

Well I can't help it if it's so freaking cold, and you definitely have more than your share of the blanket. Maybe we can get some nice person to bring us some chicken soup or something.

*off whining loudly*

*sniffle* *cough* i'm so stubbed ub. my kidneys hurt too. here... i made us some homemade chicken soup with rice. i'll trade you a bowl for 3 more inches of covers.

Ack you two! You are bringing out my never very dormant mothering instincts! *runs about tucking in, grabbing more blankies, finding just the right DVD's, making soup and soft eggs and toast soldiers, hollering for someone to hit the store for more juice, gingerale and meds, handing out kleenex boxes and upchuck buckets, kissing foreheads and stuffing everyone into flannel jammies and socks all the while muttering "poor thing, poor thing, germs are rotten aren't they"!*