Seriously, whatever mutant disease has taken over my body, I would like you to leave now. Further to that, who is the genius that makes cold/flu capsules the size of a small child? I know it's bad when I wake up to Deuce's sweet, furry little face sniffing me in the middle of my Robitussin/Sudafed/Dayquil induced coma. I think he was checking if I were still alive, given that I'd been face down on the bed for several hours straight.
See, he knows how to look loving and concerned!
Have a HEALTHY weekend everybody!