so i'm going to do another 30 in 30. or #thirtyin30. between skinnychickblog.com and bjones style #fitfabfallchallenge i guess november is the time to do it. plus, october's almost over so that would just be silly to try and do something in october. plus i have a lump of a shmuzband. he's sick. it's killing me. i'm at work and i'm basically sleeping. i have no idea how i've managed to not get sick so far. how does that happen? how can you be in such close quarters with someone, have them hacking on you all night and not get sick? i'm gonna go with my body is better than his.
plus, can we talk about sick men for a moment here? when i'm sick, i give myself the necessary rest and what not but i also know that things still need to get done. there's still cooking and cleaning if i want to eat/live.plus, i don't know about anyone else but i get to a point where i a) need to clean the sickness out of everything - how can you get better if you're still laying in your sick sheets with sick air surrounding you? b) need to move/get fresh air. see a. c) have to get stuff done. it doesn't matter if i'm sick. the world still moves on. and dishes don't get clean if i'm laying around feeling sorry for myself.
for the past 4 days, life has revolved around a certain sick person. he hasn't left the house. he's BARELY left the bed (not enough for me to change the sheets i can tell you that much. the one time i straightened out the blankets i was yelled at because i ruined the heat nook he had created.).never in my life have i ever called out sick for more than one day. not even when i drove myself to the hospital because i didn't think i would ever stop puking.
i hope he doesn't have strep again.
so in order to keep me going, here are some sick husband jokes.
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