I’m at home sick with a summer cold. You want to know what really sucks about it? My wife. Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t because she’s being inattentive. I barely have to whisper and soup, water or what have you appears as if by magic. That’s the freaking problem.
She’l like the energizer bunny on crack. I’m getting tired just watching her (not to mention feeling like an unbelievable slob). She dusts. I didn’t even know we had a Duster. She actually moved the chairs out of the way when sweeping the kitchen. At this exact moment, she’s cooking dinner & making snacks for the boys, and probably painting the kitchen.
How can she have that kind of energy when I’m sitting here dying?
