Our first "official" Valentine's Day was a resounding success. YAY!
Actually, I was gifted with more than I had even bargained to receive.
We exchanged thoughtful, loving cards [a first!], shared a nice bottle of sparkling cider and fell asleep, holding hands, talking about what a really nice day Valentine's Day is.
Three guesses what else my darling, loving, generous husband gave me for Valentine's Day?
You don't get the first two ::ha!:: because I am pretty sure you know he kindly gave me his big, honker, lurgy head cold.
Thanks honey, really.
Oh well, it stands to reason. We are a pretty tight couple y'all know. And I was taking care of him - so what did I think was going to happen when I checked his temperature with my lips instead of a thermometer? Huh? And then there is the whole hand holding thing we just do and well. . .it's heeereee.
I am not the least bit worried about it tho'. It's been years since I had something as simple as a head cold. If this had happened two weeks ago I would've been way down for the count and scared. As it is I feel like a million bucks, minus a few pennies and I am going to kick the behoohoo out of this pansy-butt little cold. Right?
[I have a sneaking suspicion I am going to be eating my words by calling it "pansy-butt". I am, aren't I? ::wry smile::]
In the meantime I suggest y'all buy stock in Kleenex and Double Stuff Oreos.
The tissues are self explanatory, but the Oreos?
They have restorative powers.
Just don't check the package[s].
'Cause if that statement were true - I would've never gotten sick in the first place. ::sniffling::
We'll see ya' on the flip::ah-choo::side Tadpoles. Now, go wash your hands [eyeballs? monitor?]. I don't need y'all getting sick too.
[It IS that contagious.] XO Skippy