The husband is sick, poor boy. He has an awful cold, and is currently suffering it out on the couch feeling very displeased with the world in general, and those responsible for sharing the love (so to speak) in particular.
Even the dogs seem miserable that their Dad is feeling too pathetic to torment them. Jess is being generally maudlin, and Jack has decided against trying to crawl on Al's knee and has just dragged his bed over to the general vicinity of the body on the couch, but far enough away to be a safe distance in the advent of further dangerous explosions of sneezing.
Obviously, I am a most dedicated wife, and absolutely sympathetic to the husband's distress ...but if he gives me the damn cold, I'll strangle him. Though, having said that, the thought of ringing in sick for my last couple of days at work gives me a warm fuzzy happy feeling.
3 days to go!!
1 comment:
3 days!! eeeek!
Very exciting. Does that mean you get to reward yourself with work clothes shopping ce weekend?
Hope Al gets better soon xoxox
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