I suspect I’ve used that blog post title before, which is why I’m glad the permalinks are now by post number and not title because otherwise hilarity would ensue.
Anyway… so, Gene was sick starting Thursday night. He even missed work all day on Friday. I know! Escandalo! We had dinner at the Mediterranean restaurant in the hotel and by the time dessert rolled around, I was starting to feel crappy as well.
And here is how the genders differ in our house:
Gene’s version of sick: sneeze, wheeze, sneeze, four letter words, etc. Lasts three or more days and by the end I usually consider just beating him with a frozen bottle of Gatorade.
Elaine’s version of sick: I think “Hmm, my throat is starting to feel sore” and then I proceed to pour gallons of hot tea down my throat and then sleep all night and wake up at 7 am, feeling a ton better. Tah-dah.*
(I mean, REALLLLY…. another example is when we each had our wisdom teeth removed. Gene was bedridden for almost a week and I was eating creamy potato soup as soon as the novocain wore off and the next day I walked all around a bridal fair. I must have REALLY wanted to go to that bridal fair).
*Well maybe not totally tah-dah since I don’t have to go to work this week and I can get a pot of hot tea whenever I want plus I have an empty quiet hotel room and Lunesta if I need to sleep more. Which I don’t. Because I feel awesome!