Mega-nasty-disgusting-flu-yuckiness this weekend. I'll spare you the details, except husband was phenomenal and singlehandedly learned how to fix me jello. Plus, although it might sound corny, he cuddled with me on the couch for hours so I could fall asleep even though the possibility of him getting sick was high and watched Ice Age with me so I would laugh. It worked. My fever broke and my stomach settled. He always fixes me.
I'm displaying my gratitude by stalking the entire house with a roll of paper towels and a bottle of disinfectant. If I even thought about touching it this weekend, it'll be cleaned.
See how much we love each other? Jello, bleach and Ice Age. That's all it takes around here.
Awww! One day I'll find me a man who'll be willing to deal with me when I'm ill. (Usually? I stay in my bedroom and stay the hell away from all of humanity.)
ReplyDeleteGlad you're feeling better! I was sick a couple of weeks ago with nasty stomach stuff, and I hated it. Vomiting is the worst.
PS You just MADE MY DAY with your Aviator comment! THANKS, lady!
I don't see what the big deal is. I totally would have done the same for you back in the day. Sure it would have been awkward and weird and uncomfortable, but I would have done it.
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