When Pigs Fly
B* came down with the good ol' flu this weekend. I started to wonder if she felt sick on Thursday because you can usually see it in her eyes; however she discounted it as being tired. Sure enough she was down for the count by Saturday. By her request, we spent most of Saturday "cuddling" and nursing her back to health. By Monday morning, according to B*, love had healed her. *big smile* By Tuesday morning, I was down for the count where I was then cuddled with and nursed back to health with love.
Who would have thought being sick would feel so good?
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