My brother-in-law helped himself to a sampling of my ice cream cone last week and now I have his cold. Stinky brothers.
It is gray and hot and horrible, and all I want is a movie, watched on the couch, Bonnie at my feet, and a Nutella English muffin.
Instead, I have work, 2-6.
(Incidentally, is catching two summer colds before July 4 really even fair?)