So, I have been in a snit for the past two days over something stupid my husband said. It doesn’t bear repeating, really, because it’s not a huge deal, but the snit was well deserved.

Alas, my plan of cold, calculated silence and terseness was stopped dead. Poor guy is flat on his back with some sort of bronchial illness. Being a little too brusque and ignoring him now would be the ultimate in bitchiness, no?

Granted, the bronchitis sucks, but if that’s not a survival mechanism, I don’t know what is.

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