So instead of making some cutesy little remarks to my wife's blog (http://www.melissasug.blogspot.com/) I thought I'd just make my own. So here's the deal. Melissa was really really REALLY sick for about two weeks and it was beginning to worry me to no end. This was a sample of our conversations.
Me: Babe, I'm thinking you really need to go see the doctor today.
Melissa: Cough cough cough cough gag, blow nose, cough Honey I don't want to go.
Me: Uh you don't sound so good, are you sure you don't want to go?
Melissa: cough cough sniff What are they going to do to me anyway? I'm sick!!!
Me: I know you're sick, but I don't know what else to do! The drugs don't work, sleeping doesn't work, the power of the Gilmore Girls started to wear off towards the middle of season two, and I'm all out of ideas.
Melissa: How about you get me a drink, that will make me feel better.
Me: The usual then? (44 ounce cup, 60% full of the chewy ice, 75% diet coke 25% cherry coke)
Melissa: Heck ya!
I can now tell you that a man named David works at the local Holiday Oil where I procure said beverages. He's married and has worked there for a few months now. He lacks the self confidence to ever be a manager and fears his people skills aren't very good. Cheer up David, you're a good guy.
But I digress. My beautiful wife of 7.5 years is my world. I'd move heaven and earth if I had to, if it would make her feel better. Fortunately that request hasn't come in yet, nor do I know where I would put them once they were moved, but the offer still stands.
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