So R and I woke up this morning and both of us said that we had sore throats and we felt off. We both went to work.

R left work early today. I came home to find him on the couch with a blanket on. Poor dude. I stopped at the grocery store after work to buy us some OJ and offered to buy him chicken noodle soup. He accepted my offer.

So tonight we've been on the couch. He's been sighing. I keep asking him what's wrong and he says he's zoning out. I asked about his throat and he said it hurts but not bad.

What's with the pathetic act then? I don't feel great, I am happy to be on the couch, but life can and will go on minus the sighing and moaning... hehe

I know this is a common problem we women face. I just don't understand how men, who can slay dragons, feel a little off and somehow feel they can't go on and that the world should take care of them.

Oh well. Nuff said.

I have my super long ass day tomorrow... again... I am trying to tell myself this won't last forever and all is well!!! :0)