Drink.
Drink.
Drink.
OC wants to drown me — or keep me in the bathroom where he doesn’t have to contend with my snotting, blowing and whining.
Quilly!
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Now I know what they’re talking about when nurses complain about bad patients. Sheesh. I’m only passing on what I was taught. That stuff’s gotta move. And you shouldn’t be, until the virus moves on. Hopefully not to this side of the couch.
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Don’t listen to him folks. The man kissed me when I was all icky, sticky feverish. I that isn’t love, what is?
Lots of fluids…he’s right. He has a degree and he knows how evolution went down…I think you should trust him!
he was probably just trying to catch teh virus too, so he could stay with you on that couch for longer…yes…that must be love!
Why are you on the couch?
Flush… flush… flush…
… and away goes trouble down the drain… Roto Rooter!
I guess OC’s got the right idea!
Here’s some more soup!
Gotta keep your strength up – it takes a lot of energy to get fromt he couch to the bathroom!
I think it’s tough for a scientist when someone else has the more acute objection. That does sound like caretaking to me. Shut up and drink your echinacea tea.
Minka — the power outage kept him here on the couch longer! Yay!
Brian — comfy.
Melli — I tried to tell OC the bathroom is too far from the couch, but he wouldn’t move it for me.
Doug — so you’re telling me you don’t want to put up with my whining, either?
Sounds like a wonderful head cold…….nothing like them is there…….and no real good remedies out there. Grandma used to drag out the whiskey and lemon. Not sure it worked, but you got so drunk you didn’t care. haha
Nea — we have neither in out house and the wind storm has the roads closed!