Alright, so I don't actually hate him. I really and truly love the man. But I'm not too happy with him right now.
Do you know what that man had the audacity to do? Do you? DO YOU?!
He kissed me. On the lips. On Sunday.
That's right. He kissed me. And I'm so mad at him.
When he kissed me on Sunday, his throat was sore. He assumed it was allergies. We've both been having a bad week with allergies and post-nasal drip.
But you know what? His throat wasn't sore with allergies.
It was sore with STREP THROAT!!!
And he kissed me!
And now I have Strep Throat too!
And it hurts. Bad. Really Bad!
And the remedy is taking anitbiotics the size of horse-pills. HORSE-PILLS!
How am I supposed to swallow anything right now?
Who is the nut-job who decided the cure for a sore throat was to swallow big pills. Seriously! What was he thinking? I hate that guy too!
I am going to beg my doctor to just give me the pink liquid. I think I can handle swallowing that.
In the meantime...
I hate my husband. :(