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November 4, 2007
One of us better get some good drugs
Rex is at the doctor as I type, in an attempt to save our marriage.
He's had this cough for the last two weeks, and it's not getting any better. In fact, I think last night was the worst yet. At the beginning of this dread disease, he would cough a little and then go downstairs to sleep on the couch so he wasn't keeping me up. The consideration seems to be inversely proportional to the amount of coughing, though, and last night, after hours of hacking, I was ready to kill. Not because the coughing kept me up so much as the part where when the coughing ended and the snoring started, while I lay awake. When I stopped fantasizing and started reaching for my pillow to beat him I figured it was time to head to the couch myself.
Since I was the one relagated to the couch, I figured I might get out of waking up with the girls this morning. Somehow, though, I'm still the one that heard Katie calling for me, even though I was all the way downstairs. I didn't beat Rex, but I did throw my pillow and blanket at his head as I passed the bedroom.
Posted by me at November 4, 2007 1:10 PM