You know what's even less fun than having a still lingering cold-thing that leaves your throat sore, your ears in pain every time you go down the 36 stories in the elevator, your body periodically feverish, and your eyes repeatedly gluing themselves shut during the night while your husband is having the exact same disease four days behind you and you're hosting your in-laws for the long weekend?
Having all that while being in a 78-degree+ apartment with 67% humidity and no air conditioning.
It's been two weeks of this now. If I'm not all better by Wednesday, I'm going to the doctor even if it is probably viral.
Mac's word of the day is "Slide!" Also, and this is probably indicative of something, it turns out that "apple" means "pineapple" to him. Other weekend words included "Fox" and "Cake."