Poor little bunny.
Mike caught my cold. Except that his version is some kind of bronchial infection, complete with a fever of 103. And much being pathetic and watching the Olympics. I have provided him with homemade soup, macaroni and tomatoes (tomatoes I canned with my own hands, people), toast, and tea. And still, he keeps telling me that he needs a bell.
August 17th, 2008 at
That has to be the funniest thing I have seen in a long time (is that sad?)!!! They are babies aren’t they:)
August 17th, 2008 at
That is freakin’ hilarious. I know I’m pathetic when I’m sick, and it’s one reason that I’m okay with being single, because I don’t have to inflict my sad-sackness off on a woman who’s already got the “joy” of dealing with me when I’m feeling good.
August 17th, 2008 at
Ah, the Man Cold.
August 17th, 2008 at
Yes, the Man Cold is one of my favorites as well. I am happy to have an excuse to post it.
August 18th, 2008 at
for pete’s sake, bring the man a bell!
August 18th, 2008 at
That is soooooo funny! I laughed out loud a lot! Men are such wimps when they’re sick. We still have to go to work, chase toddlers, fix dinner, and meet everyone’s needs all without passing out, cause Lord knows if we did pass out, people would be complaining about us being wimps!