We were supposed to spend the weekend out in the woods

But a blizzard came through.

Okay. So maybe we can just have a nice romantic weekend at home. Right?

No. I came down with a cold.

I'm coughing and sneezing. My face is all puffy and. My voice is husky, which could almost be sexy save for the grossness running out of me. And I swear I have fuzzy caterpillars crawling around inside my sinuses.

So how does Lover Boy react to all this?


The big lug brought me my favorite recipe of tuna salad with corn chips and a mug tomato bisque.