Some things never change, you guys.
The sun will rise and set, the earth will tilt on it's axis, if we stop breathing we die, and when Dan is sick, he travels back in time to age 3 and expects to be treated as such.
Oh yeah... he's sick.
He has the sniffles.
He's pouty, whiny, miserable, and seemingly on his death bed. Not that it kept him from staying up last night to watch the World Series until midnight, but that only gave him an even better excuse to feel sorry for himself this morning.
He had to go to work.
And he's sick. No one in the history of work has ever had to go in sick, ever. EVER. Except DAN. AND IT'S SO UNFAIR, Y'ALL.
I'm sure we'll be holding a vigil around his death bed later tonight. Because I may or may not be forced to kill him.
And since he acts the same way every single time he so much as gets a pimple, I'ma do the lazy thing and repost last year's sick bed blog.
Happy Friday!!
Men are such babies. Hope he feels better soon!
ReplyDeleteVesta! Traveling around northern NY and hitting up old cemeteries with my mom (who is visiting) and came across an old headstone from the late 1700s and the name on it was Vesta LaBouchon.
DeleteNaturally, I thought of you.
xoxo
Maybe he should call the nephew for a full on overly dramatic exaggeration festival!
ReplyDeleteOkay, that officially made me snort-laugh.
DeleteMen....oy.
ReplyDeleteEddie once had gas and convinced himself that it was stomach cancer. Seriously... He even had a colonoscopy. I have since blocked WebMD on his computer.
ReplyDeleteHugs!
Valerie
My hubs is bad about that, too. 99 degree fever? He's delirious.
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