Tuberculosis can't keep me down!

Ok, I don't have tuberculosis, but I sound like I do.... and I think the fact that I can spell it is reason enough to write it a couple of times, and use it as the title of my post. 

So. I'm sick, cranky, and am wishing my husband would take a hint and baby me. Hot tea would be nice. Somehow he's failing to read between the lines of sarcasm, and whining to see that all I really want is chocolate to cuddle! 

It's sad, but I've felt crappy all day, and the only silver lining to it all? I can take more Nyquil before bed tonight. The coughing, sneezing, put you in a coma so your husband has to get up with the babies, good night medicine. :)

This is not funny, it's real.  It's real sad that the only thing I can think to blog about is how sick I am, and how much I could use a hug and some Nyquil! 

Annnnd, on that note. I should get going. The tea isn't going to make itself. 

g'night all.

-Jamie