as a washing line in a dolls house garden?

i have a basketball game tomorow, i started getting sick around monday, i have a really bad head cold every time i couch my head throbs, i get out of breath really quick and i have no energy, im totaly wiped. i have tonight and all day tomorow to ger better, what can i do besides fluids and rest, whoevers works the best gets automatic 10 points! please help a really big game, homecomming against the school rivals, i gotta be better before this game.

Of course I would never bleech her teeth at this age, but is there anything I can do? I brush her teeth and she doesn't drink anything that would stain them, at her age she only drinks milk, water and juice, it's just the natural color of her teeth but it is pretty noticable. I will ask the dentist at her next visit, just wondering if anyone has used baking soda or anything like that on such a young child. Thanks

Halitosis The Dinner Party Some one asked us out to tea It was quite a poshy home, Although we didn’t know them well It was better than eating alone. Crystal, wine filled glasses, Gleaming silver marked our places, We sat down and waited With smiling, expectant faces. Someone removed his shoes Revealing jogging socks, Boy, am I glad I’m not the one To wash his footy jocks! Oh! The smell that filled the room Made noses twitch a treat, And I’m sure there’s nothing worse Than, the pong, of smelly feet.

our host turned to me With a stained and gappy grin While tobacco and garlic juice Dribbled down his chin. He exhaled all his “Haitches” Right into my face So I smiled a little tightly And moved along one place.

entrée was quite tasty Onion soup and garlic prawns, We disguised uncultured burps Behind our smothered yawns.

feet and garlic breath? Not as sweet as summer roses; But then I guess it’s not as bad As full blown Halitosis Thinking now of garlic breath Smelly feet, tobacco stain, I don’t want to insult our hosts But we won’t be back again.

then, I up and did it, I turned to fly the coup; Our hostess was serving up Baked beans and cabbage soup Cabbage Soup! Garlic Breath! Smelly foot rot pong! I’m sure nothing could smell worse’ But then I could be wrong.

dinner was a disaster And the memory turns me grey But after that final dish; I’ll choose Halitosis, any day. Copyright 2006 This is a bit of an Aussie send up of the well know pongy smells here, but also sticking them all in one room at a dinner party.

no one is offended