Or is it? We rang in the new year with my sweet hubs getting a sore throat and cold. Poor thing. So when the clock struck midnight instead of a kiss, I gave him a friendly wave from across the living room. Sorry sweetheart, I love you with all my heart but your germs, not so much. Stay the heck over there.
As many of you know, men don't handle getting a cold very well. The moaning, the groaning, the whining the carrying on. By Saturday evening I handed him an Academy Award for Best Actor in a Drama for his role in, "OMG I Have The Sniffles And I'm Going To Die." (Trust me, he was well deserving of it.)
I couldn't help but giggle when he said to me yesterday, "See, I wasn't as bad as I usually get when I'm sick." I thought, "Really?? Then who was I with these past 48 hours??"
Needless to say he is on the mend and so is my sanity. YaY!
Happy Tuesday all!
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