November 23, 2004
Better, but still a bobble-headed doll.
The stomach flu is not a particularly appealing ailment for your loved one to have when you have to take care of her,
4:30 in the morning is not a romantic time to be taking care of a sick loved one even if she's delicately weakening like Beth from Little Women instead of hunched over the toilet re-considering last night's pizza,
A man who'll get out of bed at such a godawful time without being asked, go out in the cold to buy Pepto-Bismol, take out trash bags full of barf, and be kindly and sympathetic in the face of several hours of intense whining and petulance... is really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really awesome.
Also, it's kind of cool that I'll be having a one-and-a-half-day work week this week, but strangely enough I find that I would have preferred to go to work yesterday than to lay around on the couch all day. You know I must be sick if I'm saying things like that.
Posted by dianna at November 23, 2004 07:59 AM
jacob, you're like a saint.
Yeah. He's not Atomo, he's definitely Superman.
Confession time: I was getting all teary just hearing you describe that scene to me last night. *sniff*
You don't have to be a gun. You choose.
augh! dude! poor dude!
do you not want to come down here & stuff yourself full of unturkey, or would you still welcome the chance to barf in a bathroom other than your own?
You have such a nice way of putting things. Really.
I would love to come and barf in your bathroom. I'm sure the cranberry sauce will make things especially exciting for all of us. Thank you for your kind invitation.
Katie and Dianna have a wonderful Thanksgiving - hopefully Dianna will not be spending it in the bathroom. I will be cooking for my family as well as some friends that are transplants here in Georgia. We will toast to your good health!
Peter, you have a wonderful Thanksgiving too, and give my love to Chris and Chris and Evan. I'm not missing someone there, am I? Still four of you? These things are so hard to keep track of from outside the family loop.
Still four...I think two children are enough. I'll leave my brothers to populate the earth.
They're doing a pretty good job of it, from what I've heard. How many young'uns do they have between them now, six? Seven?
The only downside I can think of with two children is that when Christopher's 14 and has discovered the wonders of a personal stereo, Evan will have a hard time launching a successful resistance movement by himself. I recall that problem awfully well, thanks to the combined forces of Katie and Def Leppard.
Other than that, it's a great plan.
John has 3 girls and 1 boy. Paul has 2 girls and one boy. Of course, coming from a family of 5 it does not seem like a lot but I just don't know how they afford it - kids are expensive! I don't remember the last luxury item I bought myself...any large item we buy has something to do with the kids.
Don't get me wrong - I love children but I also loved the freedom we had without them. We just have to be creative now in spending time as a couple.
Sorry to hear you're sick. Everyone in my apartment is too, which is why you haven't received your cookies yet :( I don't want to transmit whatever it is that's going around here. Soon, though, I promise.
Katia: THANK YOU. I love cookies, but not when they come with the plague. I get enough plagues as it is. The other package I was expecting came early to compensate for yours, so that's all right. 80s power ballads are almost like cookies.
Peter, seven?! I was kind of joking. I can't believe it. That means there are three that I haven't even met yet. And I believe you about freedom and money; it's a lot more of a commitment than I can quite imagine making myself.