….aaaaaaand I’m doing stomach-flu laundry again. *sigh*
This time, it’s for my dear husband; we were at the ER last night until 2:30. Going on four hours of sleep, lookin’ good, feelin’ fantastic. Wanna buy a bridge?
It the interests of (such as it is) privacy, I’ll spare the details, but suffice it to say, it’s never a good night to watch your dearly beloved turn grey and pass out on the bathroom floor. Good times.
I may have a nervous breakdown at the end of this winter, but hey, only 16 more days to hang by my ever-wearing thread! Yay.