Stop Kissing Me!
So, once again this winter, I have a cold.
The – gravely voice, yucky feeling, tired, just let me sleep, kind of cold. Nothing too terrible really, just a taker of energy and voice (which the other inhabitants of my house don’t mind…especially Motzy, the dog).
This time, my husband had the cold first. So yes, I looked at him and said “Stop Kissing Me!”
To which, he just smiled. That sneaky, ‘but I love you’ kind of smile.
{sigh}
I guess I’ll let him kiss me again. Who knows, maybe we’ll just keep passing this cold back and forth.
This could be our ‘unhealthiest’ year ever.
{sigh}
What a way to go… π
Patty O
A Thankfully Imperfect Woman 