So I went and got myself sick. Not just a little sick either, nuh uh, not me! I've got pneumonia. The life sucking, cough inducing, can't sleep,can't function pneumonia. I love it /headbutt...
I fucking hate being sick! I am not a sitter, I do not function well without doing something. So being sick is mental anguish for me.  But I have drugs ( so if this post makes no sense, I blame the prescribed narcotics,cause they make me virtually incoherent). I have an inhaler of steroids, 10 days worth of  antibiotics and a week of narcotics to help with the coughing.
Throughout this fiasco, I have learned that the males in my house can function quite nicely without me;Cub has been getting me water, covering me with his blanket and 'checking' my temperature. X has cleaned the house, cooked dinner, and let me sleep...a lot!
Needless to say, I will not be working tomorrow. Instead, I will be curled up with the blankets, some tea, and maybe if my brain can handle it a book.
*night, night*

For all of you, 
Be forewarned.. I 'm going to be sappy because today is X's birthday.


Dear X,
I know that you read this, and I have something special planned for you for later, but I just wanted to say one thing to you today, on your birthday that you think is no big 'Thang!

You. Win.

I am forever yours , my heart and soul concede.

I love you.

Happy Birthday!