It took the girls a week and a half to bring home the first cold of the season. When I think about it, that sounds about right; one of us usually goes down within the first week or two of school, and we, being the affectionate and close-knit group that we are, generally share quite freely.
As of right now, the females of the household are snorky, stuffy zombies, and Mr. Chili is trying hard to ward the plague off, stopping just short of chants and incantations. Punk, Bean, and I spent most of our day in bed; I believe my husband is outside trying to get some non-contaminated air. A pot of homemade chicken soup is simmering on the stove.
Again, I say; blah.