Fortunately the mister is home this week; unfortunately, he doesn't come with a "cleaning mode." I think I'll threaten him with coughing on his toothbrush if he doesn't do the dishes. Folks waiting to hear back from me, I'll be around later, unless I'm crashed out.
Send juice.
And a maid.
~this post brought to you by a need to record the few times I'm sick as proof to the Mister that he needs to CLEAN THE FREAKING HOUSE gaaaaaaah *coughing fit* fleh.
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