Oh Yeah! I got me some flu. All fevery, and body achey, and throwing uppish. Mmmm… Now, I’m feeling better and Jen still feels like crap. Game, Set, Match, Roberto!

The saga of the transferring sickness continues. Last week while Bob was sick, I couldn’t sleep peacefully through the night due to the awesomeness of Bob’s snoring. I can’t really hold that against him because he was all stuffed up but I can be riled up about it. So, for two nights, I ended sleeping on the couch. Then I had enough. Why did I have to be the one that suffered if he was the one making all the racket? So, the next two nights, I banished him to sleep in the living room. Now that he has given me this cold, it’s my turn to serenade him with the beautiful melodic sounds of my breathing. :-) Guess where he slept? That’s right, on the couch again. I know, it should be me sleeping out there, it would only be fair, but life’s not fair.

Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?

You know, this is the last time I pamper you, Bob! Now I can’t breathe out of my left nostril! Damnit. I can’t believe I’m sick again, twice in one month. Eck. At least this one doesn’t seem as bad as the other one.