Almost as whiny as a sick man

HOW does Gavin know that I feel absolutely horrible, and I just want to go to bed? I say this because it seems like EVERY time I get sick, he decides that will be the night he doesn't want to sleep. It is almost 9:30 and he is wide awake. My ears hurt. My head hurts. My throat hurts, and I have went through almost a roll of toilet paper, wiping/blowing my nose. In case you can't figure it out, I am the whiniest sick person EVER. Well, I guess I should say I am the whiniest sick WOMEN ever. Even I can't whine as much as a sick man. ;)

 

Okay, I promise, no more whining. I'm going to continue to make fun of sick men. Why? Because it makes me feel a little better. Plus, I know Alan (my husband) will read this. He'll probably be the next one in the house to get sick. When he does, I will come back to this post and make him read it again. Ha! We do love each other, I promise. This is how our relationship is. We make fun of one another to show our love. HAHA!!!

 I got mad love for you Alan. If I didn't, I wouldn't have posted all these wonderful pictures. ;)

FYI: GAVIN IS STILL AWAKE! >.<