When I was sick,
Written on August 25, 2004
When I was sick, Pop (AKA hubby) took real good care of me. Well, he always does (when he has time). Today I came back home from work and *crashed* again. 
I’ve been in bed since the time I got back (around 4PM) for 5 hours long. (Damn! I woke up because I had a DREAM about work. It’s like going back to work the next day and trying to finish up what I have left off from today 
I NEED AN O.T. for this!)
When I got up, Pop was still working. He asked “Honey, is there anything to eat?” I remembered before I passed out 5 hours ago, Pop was already hungry and wanted to bake some brownies. I was too tired to pay attention and told him to bake it himself. 
Well, he’s still hungry and I just woke up, still … sleepy. However, the *wife-spirit* told me to go down and cook him dinner. It’s a quick seafood fried rice but Pop loved it. 
I also brought up (along with fried-rice) the *burnt* brownies he made while I was sleeping. “Take responsibility like a MAN and Eat it!” 
Filed in: One Day At a Time.
