Just about our entire household (save Chris and the cats) have been struck by a nasty cold, all of us with varying degrees of sickness and all displaying different symptoms ranging from rampaging runny noses to coughs and the losing of one’s voice .
This has made the weekend not nearly as fun as it could have been seeing that Tom and I both had Saturday off, but meh.. what are you gonna do? Didn’t stop us from being our usual dorkish selves.
The two of us ‘Lame’-o’s that tried to burn off the colds using wine and/or bourbon… boy we were both pretty shiny in the picture up there ^^
The evening silliness stemmed from my fear of Mr. Peanut, or rather the Mr. Peanut jar that was grinning ominously from our cupboard (wearing a hat yet!) unexpectedly when I opened it the other day.
I mean seriously, wouldn’t you be startled?
As the evening wore on, Mr Peanut’s hat was passed around…
So despite everything, still being sick and all, the weekend wasn’t so bad.