Big girls don't cry in My Unpredictable Life ...

So it finally has happened.

I was hoping I could be spared.

I was hoping it could be avoided.

Nope. I have Hubby's crud or more aptly named "Man Flu".

Would someone please ask the elephant stomping around in my head to please stop.

Ugh.

But ... BUT ...

It's still business as usual for me.

Look at me not calling in sick to work. I'm suffering through it. Like a BOSS!

Look at me still cooking meals and doing laundry and shit. Like a BOSS!

This is how you ROCK the "Man Flu" dear Hubby of mine. Anytime you want to borrow my balls, feel free to ask and I will loan them to you. Although I can understand your being reluctant. They are pretty big and awesome as far as balls are concerned. You're probably right in thinking that maybe you aren't capable of handling them. You probably will be overwhelmed by them.

You damn Pansy!

Now if you will excuse me, I'm going to go down another dose of DayQuil, suck on a cough drop, and do a quick spot sweep/mop because the floors are pretty clean due to not much traffic through the hotel today. Not that I have the energy or the will power to do a normal sweep/mop, mind now. The idea of bending over to wring out the mop makes my head thump more. Imagine how it would feel if I actually did that. Nope. Spot mop it will be.

Till next time.