Chad is sick with a nasty cold. I had to plead with him to stay home today. He was going to go in anyway but once I suggested that he might get his whole office sick, he reconsidered. It's only the second sick day he's taken since I've known him.
For the life of me, I can never remember if it's "feed a fever, starve a cold" or vice versa. So right now he's just doped up on cold medicine. (Fortunately, the experts say that adage is just a bunch of hooey anyway.)
I'm sure that he and Lucy are having quite a fine day together. She's probably driving him nuts. But he has to get well soon because he gets his wisdom teeth taken out on Friday and I'm not sure if I have the patience to handle a sniffling, coughing, achy husband who can only eat milkshakes and Jello on top of a hyperactive puppy all weekend.
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