More Proof I'm a Lucky Duck

I'm sick. I do not like being sick. I especially don't like trying to cough up my lungs and other internal organs. However, that's what it sounds like I've been doing the last few days. Danny has banished me to the house. He said if he doesn't want me breathing on him, friends and strangers definitely don't. Actually, I haven't even been allowed to go in the basement. While I would like to sew, I'm not sad that he's doing all the laundry. He even stayed home from work tonight to take care of the kids b/c he thinks I'm too sick to do it. I told him I could. It would not be the easiest, but definitely doable.

He disagreed. He called in, and then made me go upstairs and take a nap. All that makes me pretty lucky. But this? This is why I'm a lucky duck!



After my nap I was resting on the couch and said, "I wish we had Ramen Noodles."

D: I didn't get any of that.
Me: I wish we had Ramen Noodles.
D: O.k. I'll go get you some.

He took K and they went to the store and returned home my heroes.
I'm under strict instructions that I have to be better tomorrow. I will be most happy to oblige.
If only my lungs will cooperate.