3 years ago
Thursday, December 8, 2011
DH dramatic whisper: I'm sick, can you get me __________?
Me: I'm sick too maybe you could turn out the light yourself?
DH: You're sick?
Me: Yes, I choose not to act like I'm dying.
DH: But I am REALLY sick like when I was in 'Nam and had gangrene and agent orange exposure.
Me: You seem a little young to have been in 'Nam.
DH: I watch a lot of documentaries.
Me: Are you going to work?
DH: No, I'm too sick.
Me: Oh well I was just thinking if you stayed home, you could take LO to school or go on the new school tour as both things are at the same time.
DH dramatic cough: I'm too sick to do anything.
Me: Yeah, I have to go to work as I have no sick days or vacation as I'm using them all to go visit your mom where it is a million degrees below freezing.
DH: You can't guilt me into doing anything.
Me in my mind: Death to your soul.