Relaxation, sort of.
For as much as I bitched that I really regreted switching shifts and working on a Sat, I sure as hell loved it last night as I sat down to dinner with the hub.Monday is Pudd'ns normal night to stay at my mom's so we figured we'd do our usual celebrating Steve's birthday and Vday all in one. I had the gift certificate for the BBQ joint and I've been dying to go there.
On the way to my mom's, Pudd'n motioned that he wanted to go to the food court at the mall. I was excited over this, because he's been so sick and not wanting to eat.
Well while waiting in line at the pizza place guess what he does?
Pukes up a bunch of phlem.
Lots and lots of phlem.
Pudd'n still does not know how to blow his nose and that shit always comes up sooner or later.
At least it was on tile floor and not some carpet. Much easier to clean ya know.
He then proceeded to sit down and eat two pieces of pizza. Luckily the food court was pretty much empty, so we didn't get too many strange looks. The clean up crew came promptly, so the evidence was quickly wisked away.
After dinner we came home and I could barely keep my eyes open. We had to go to bed early any way because poor Steve had to get up at midnight to do some work.
I just hung up the phone with him and I think my poor man caught Anthony's bug.
Plus one of his fucktard coworkers screwed up and now Steve will have to go out again at midnight this week to finish the project. I swear to all that is holy that Sean is the biggest horse's ass that ever lived.
Guess I'll get my ass in gear so I can go stock up on chicken soup and such for Steve if he is coming down with this bug.