Me last night: “ugh I’m sick… everything hurts.” Spends night coughing on sofa.
Drags through morning to drop Jr off at school, stops to buy out cold aisle at Walgreens.
Lays down on sofa and falls asleep in feverish heap of tissues, zinc, and Dayquil as husband leaves house.
The Mr, upon returning to find me in same feverish heap: “Oh, are you sick ?”
Sigh.
Really?
Just Sayin.
Reluctantly Suburban 