Two sticky fingers up!

Armed with vitamin C and grapefruit seed extract, Kdub and I made a brief stop at the Alford's just to check in and see how all the sickos were doing. Matt has a pretty bad dose of the crud. Trout doesn't seem phased by the 1/2 mile of oxygen hose trailing behind him while he crawls and climbs around the house. Rose got whatever the boys gave her, and everyone would feel a lot better if Trout would just sleep through the night!

Trout wanted to pass along this message to all his favorite aunts and uncles on the Front Range: "everything is two sticky baby fingers up!"