"Don't kiss me!" I warned SM yesterday morning. "I'm sick!" I say presenting him my cheek instead.
"Your annual Christmas cold?" SM inquires sympathetically, opting to avoid my facial region completely and instead heading south to give my buns a "Good Morning" pat.
"Yeah...I guess!" I reply congested, reaching around him and grabbing at the box of Kleenex on the kitchen counter.
Seriously folks, is there anything better in life than a really good sneeze?
I went to work Wednesday morning with a killer sore throat, itchy eyes and a general feeling of DOOM that had little to do with the upcoming apocalypse.
"Try some Airborne." My Dr. Boss suggested stepping backwards about a foot. "I had the same symptoms earlier this week and felt better after a day or two on the Airborne." (At least I know who I got the cold from!!! Geez!)
So I ran out to the pharmacy at lunchtime and picked up a bottle.
I've never tried this stuff but took the supplements as directed and actually felt better Thursday morning. By Friday morning though, I knew I was screwed.
So I suffered through as best I could at work yesterday and late in the afternoon got a call from SM.
"Hey, I'm here at Walmart. You busy?" His phone connection was pretty bad.
"Actually, yes!" I said annoyed that he was bugging me at work. I was up to my eyeballs trying to get crap done before taking next week off. "You got the list?" I asked. "Do the best you can...Bye" and hung up.
On the drive home though, I started to feel bad. I knew that SM went shopping cause he knew that I hated crowds and since I was sick, probably wanted to take that load off my shoulders.
So I apologized to him for being so snappish on the phone as I helped him unload the groceries.
"It's OK. I knew you weren't feeling good." He said with a shrug. "If I forgot anything, you can always go another day."
Looking around I noticed that he didn't buy any more Kleenex. "Didn't I put Kleenex on the list?" I ask, voice pitching higher than usual.
"Uh....I didn't see it?" SM breaks the news.
"Well, crap!" I say exasperated. "The one thing I really do need."
"You want me to go back out?" SM offers (What a nice guy!)
"Nah. I've got enough to last me the night and if not, there's always toilet paper."