Spring colds are the worst kind of cold. Major suckage.
Thank goodness I had the best nurses taking care of me.
Hot tea and tonnes of sympathy from the one with the opposable thumbs, and lots of healing love from the small, hairy(er) one.
Maybe she just stayed with me because I was warm and inert, but I have no shame. Bring it.
When being sick means I get to hang with a face this cute, I’m not sure there’s much incentive to get better.