Sick Time

Well, here I am. Day 3 of sickness and my butt is still glued to my couch. My house looks like a the Oklahoma wind came sweeping through it and my hair is greasy enough to coat a cookie sheet. I'm thankful that I'm finally starting to feel better and move on from the monotony of the past three days.

I have watched at least 30 hours of television. My new favorite show is called Vacation Home Hunters on the Travel Channel. I watched a couple purchase a home, a vacation home that is, for 4 million dollars. E-Gad.

I have logged a stupid 22 hours playing Paper Mario. This role playing game is better than any drugs the doctor gave me. And yes, mom, my eyes are now crossed for good. Woops!

I've read most of Every Woman's Marriage. A great book for wives in all stages of marriage to read. Yesterday, I spent alot of time praying about what the phrase "Until we are parted by death." I got particularly sad in thinking about several losses I have endured over the past few years and not that I wasnt grateful before, but I realized how much Wopsle had sacrificed these past few days to care for me. I love him because he is so much more than a loving husband, he is my best friend.