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.
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2 comments:
you should of zoomed in and caught the drool running off of his chin! does he know this is on here at his finest?
He knows. :) He flipped me the bird right after the flash "blinded" him.
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