Just got the big, "geez can't you stop even a day for being sick" from my wife.
I am home sick with the flu. I posted earlier that being miserable dressed is better than being miserable en drab. So I crawled out of bed slid on some comfy clothes a wig and a little makeup and I am laying here in bed enjoying soup, juice and the prose of my sisters as my body fights of this nasty little virus.
My loving wife was running from one appointment for work to another and swung by the house to check on me. She didn't react well to finding me dressed. She tossed me my presciption rolled her eyes and walked out. All I could muster in my flu induced pink fog was, "thanks hun. I love you..." I think I need to have flowers waiting for her when she gets back to her office in a couple of hours.