May 9, 2011Posted by on
Sunday morning as we woke up.
Me: I think I feel better today. (I’ve been sick for a week with the head cold from hell)
Him: COUGH HACK COUGH I think I’m getting what you had.
Me: Get downstairs and take some cough medicine right away.
He wanders downstairs, COUGH HACK COUGH then comes back up with a cup of tea for me.
Him: I think I’m dying, do you want to say goodbye?