Look at the happy, smiling face of Big Sexy in this picture! Doesn't he look carefree, at peace and rested? This is NOT how he looks right now because Big Sexy is sick. This is rather shocking because he never gets sick. The flow pattern of illness in our house usually progresses like this: Ryan always seems to get whatever first, he also gets over it the quickest - Cam usually starts showing the effects of Ry's "sharing" a couple of days later - and then, by the time the two of them have pretty much recovered, I succumb to whatever nasty bug they have spread to me via their sneezing, coughing and incessant nose-wiping. Dave never gets whatever it is we have all passed around. And, he can still say that.... because whatever he has now, he did not get here at home! We were at his sister's house this past Saturday for a birthday party and a vast majority of the people there were sick (gee, woulda been nice to know that before we showed up, eh?) Anyway, last night, while we were at tkd, he said his throat started bothering him. By the time he went to bed, he was miserable. He spent the night tossing and turning and sucking on throat lozenges. Why is it when I'm sick, I go downstairs, make tea, read a book or watch tv, and suffer my misery in silence letting others get their rest, but when others are not feeling up to snuff, it's okay to get up repeatedly to go into the bathroom to spit (of course the spitting is preceded by the lovely throat clearing/bringing it up sound) and then flop back into bed only to open the crinkly wrap on a new throat lozenge every couple of minutes and then munch the remaining bit of lozenge when it gets too small and thin to suck on anymore???? Why? Why? Why? (That was an amazingly long run-on. You'll have to excuse me; I'm VERY tired.... I didn't get much rest last night :) Anyway, he actually took a sick day and stayed home from work today! I think the last time he did that was when he had hernia surgery and couldn't walk. He worked all day anyway on his laptop from the dining room table, but he got to do it in his fancy "Ford" jammie pants that I bought him on our last all-girls' night out.

Okay, I think my complainy rant is over. I'm going to get a quick bite to eat and then go to bed. If he crinkles a wrapper in my ear this evening, I can't be responsible for my actions...............

I hope you feel better soon, Dave! :)