Sniffle Sniffle Cough
Poor Kevin. When I went to bed last night at, oh, 10:00 (on a Friday), I was drugged enough to think I could make it all the way through the night without disturbing him. Wrong! At precisely 2:05, I was beseiged with wild fits of coughing, at which point I kicked myself out of our bed and into the guest room, where I proceeded to hack the night away. Around 6:30 this morning, Kev came to check on me, and the only words I had the strength to mutter were “OhGodI’mSoSorryIKeptYouUpAllNight”. These words, however, came out sounding more like “HRFHRHFHRHFAAAKKAAAKKHRF”. He patted my head and told me to get some rest, he told me it was OK, he kissed my fevered brow, and miraculously, I fell asleep. Husbands rock.
