Saturday, February 7, 2009

Day 37 - February 7, 2009

My husband hasn't been to work in several days because he's so sick he's going to die. He even started texting me his final wishes while I was at work on Friday. Men can be such babies. Apparently, whatever bug this is just drains a person of all energy. He sat down in the rocking chair and tried to talk to me while I cleaned up Saturday morning breakfast...and I thought he got kinda quiet: I also told him he looks like a total hobo - he hasn't shaved his scruffy face in days.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

you should of zoomed in and caught the drool running off of his chin! does he know this is on here at his finest?

Brit said...

He knows. :) He flipped me the bird right after the flash "blinded" him.