something strange:
the husband has a cold, and is facing a slow and painful death. he talks in a weak little baby voice and he keeps his eyes slightly shut and he walks with old-man-steps and i even think his back is slightly arched. on my way home from work this afternoon he asked in a barely audible voice if i could buy him orange juice (the one you need when you are slowly dying from a cold). and then he said, in an even weaker voice, "i think i have a fever". poor little thing! judging by the looks and sounds he will be dead before weekend.

here's the weird thing: when my husband is miserable and dying from a cold i think he is being silly (in a sweet and cute little way of course, but still silly). and i think it's so typical that he turns into a baby when he has a sore throat. but. now i have a sore throat too, and i am dying (of course, as you do from sore throats). and i'm not being silly at all! isn't it a bit odd that my husband is being a silly little baby whenever he gets a cold, while i am actually dying for real?

the problem is: the husband is asleep (even in his sleep he manages to wrinkle his forehead in a pitiful way, the little fake!), so i have noone to see how miserable i am. that's so unfair! i think i'm going to wake him up, so i can show him how miserable i am.  ¶ 4:49 PM