Pass the nyquil pleaseSteve has been pretty sick all week and I thought I had managed to dodge the bullet on that one.
Yesterday Steve came home for lunch and was feeling some what better.
We both were feeling more than some what randy, so we had our selves a nooner.
Well by last night I was starting to feel like shit and I blamed his cootie filled baby gravy.
Of course since he's feeling better he wants round two to help him sleep. I of course want nothing to do with him because my throat is on fire and my head is throbbing.
Me: your two ball meat injection got me sick.
Steve: I've got a great oral injection that will clear that sore throat.
Me: Get that nasty thing away from me.
Steve: Come on, have a little of the hair of the dog that bit you.
I reminded him where the Kleenex was located and told him to get reacquainted with his right hand. I was going to sleep.
I'm sure I'll look real attractive when I go to fill out some job applications today.