Sunday, April 23, 2006

The Creeping Crud

Mr. McGee brought home a nasty little bug last week. He went to work and everyone who looked at him told him to go home; after two hours, he gave in and did as they suggested. He slept for basically two days straight and felt seriously rotten. Now he's on the mend from it, but I've caught it. So we spent our entire Saturday whining to one another about our headaches, muscle aches, stuffy noses, and general malaise while watching crappy movies and eating comfort food.

Isn't married life grand?

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