blegh

(Pre-date conversation)

C: Do I look grossly diseased?

J: Hmm... if I didn't know you, I'd probably just think you were stoned.

C: That'll work.

Our date was awesome, just in case any of you were wondering. We ordered the steak and the pork chop, had some drinks, engaged in adult conversation, and made fun of the guy sitting next to us for trying to impress his date by acting like a total douche. For the record, being a dick to your server is never ok, but being a dick to your server when ALL you order is a cheese plate and one appetizer puts you in straight-to-hell status.

And then I woke up this morning. With a stupid sore throat, and even lamer body aches. Guys, I've never been a fan of being sick (who is?), but holy shit being sick when you don't have a baby is about a thousand times easier than when you do. I can't exactly tell Cheech to make her own breakfast and draw her own bath, you know? When she woke up and we had to get out of bed this morning, I felt like death. I put her down near her toy basket, and layed on our couch in the fetal position. When she crawled up to me, pulled herself up, and started stroking my forehead, I knew I had a keeper.

I'll be taking the rest of the week off to work on feeling my best again.

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