**CoughCough**

I am terribly, terribly ill. It's disgusting. Very, very disgusting. I despise being sick. The constant blowing of the nose & near death feeling. It's all such a damper on your day. I had planned a day of shopping & a night of going out. All I want to do is curl up on the couch & sweat this nasty bug out.

When I get sick, watch out! I am even more of an attention hog. Last night I cursed at J Love, because it was taking him forever to get me my tea. Thankfully the man has patience or I'm sure he would have thrown the mug at me. Scalding tea & all. I fell asleep in the middle of roasting our chicken for dinner. Why? Because J Love came back with Nyquil. Because J Love wouldn't listen when I said it's going to make me sleepy. Because J Love practically forced it down my throat. I love that man, but his best intentions are sometimes misguided.

The chicken came out good. Even though J had to guess when it was ready. Since I was asleep. He woke me up so that I could eat. I practically bit his head off. Poor guy. And then this morning he made the mistake of showering with the door open. Again his head was almost bitten off. And still he cuddled with me & said he wished he didn't have to go into work, so he could take care of me. He even came back with Dayquil, which made him 30 minutes late to work. 'Who cares?' he said. 'I'm the boss.' I love that man.

So now I'm sprawled out on the couch with my favorite blanket, a dozen queued up movies on the Xbox, 2 boxes of Kleenex, a book, the laptop, The Pug, and tea. My tea of choice? Tazo's Organic Chai Tea Latte. It's is soooooo good with plenty of sugar and a bit of milk. I am on my second cup today. Mmmmm... now excuse while I go die. Slowly.