This week has been gorgeous. No, really. Unseasonably warm weather, grass visible in most of the yard (yes, that's right, GRASS!), and the masses of adorable birds flitting around the patio. So, of course, we all come down with a monster, nose killing, mucus festival of a cold. Finn started it all on Saturday. Steve noticed him sniffling while at the zoo. By the time I got home from my tattoo appointment, he had commenced the sneezing. Sunday and Monday the cold progressed to full blown rivulets of snot and a glorious hacking. By Tuesday both Steve and I had itchy throats. Today I woke up feeling like I could barely breathe. Steve's colds rarely ever progress past the itchy throat phase, the lucky bastard. Finn and I spent the majority of the day snuggle up on the couch under the big comforter watching movies and eating chicken noodle soup. What a way to spend a lovely 60 degree day.