I have strep. Big, swollen, yucky strep. I feel absolutely LOUSY. Where's the marie-ment in that?
Well, I'll tell ya. The Mister is SO AMAZING. He is the chief cook and bottle washer, boy wrangler, and general keeps-the-house-going most of the time, but when I am down for the count, he steps it up even more. I don't have to do ANYTHING but take my antibiotics and get better. That's IT.
I've said before that things work better when all the horses in our family are pulling that wagon in the same direction. I'm so grateful that right now, when I'm just riding on the hay, our wagon keeps rolling forward. Thank you, Gorgeous! When I get disentangled from this sweaty lump, I owe you BIG TIME.