"No more laundry for you," Chris said, laying me back on the couch in the late afternoon, after I attempted to do two loads of laundry and then almost started to cry over how miserable my cold was making me feel.
"I'll do laundry if I
want to," I retorted.
"What did you say?"
"Naaathiiiiing," I whined as I sat up to rearrange the couch pillows. Then, thinking better of it as I laid back down, I repeated, "I'll do laundry if I want to."
"Huh," he laughed, then brushed the hair on the top of my head back with his hand. "You really weren't kidding when you said that you turn into a big baby when you're sick."
"I TOLD you."
Who wouldn't look forward to spending a lifetime with this, huh? Right?
Published on January 26, 2012 08:27