Charlie has been sick and pretty miserable for the past several days. While I don’t doubt the legitimacy of his illness, he sure has been milking it for all it’s worth.
First it was, “When you come back from the store, would you bring me Wendy’s? With a Coke.”
So I did that, and then later I went out grocery shopping and before I left I asked him if he needed anything.
“Would you bring me another Coke?”
“Oh, and some of those Little Debbie brownies.”
“And…and…a Rice Krispie treat.”
I obliged because I love my husband, but I felt like a traitor to myself when I piled those packaged beauties on top of my fresh fruits and vegetables.
That’s true love right there.