...that I'm so glad I am married. Sunday I came down with a little bug in my belly... by Monday morning that bug had turned into a full blown alien. It was vicious and violent and very unattractive. James ended up going to work, but came home around 11 after I called to tell him I had past out on the bathroom floor and woke up to find throw-up all over the wall (TMI?).
I hate being sick, and even more, I hate being sick alone. Honestly, as I was wallowing in my misery, I kept thinking, thank goodness I have a husband. Thanks dude for taking care of me, you're top notch. But maybe the next time you cook, you could not give me food poisoning?
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Oh pookie, I hope you feel better soon. Remember that time you cleaned up my puke from the bath tub. I definitely owe you.
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