I am sick with a fever feeling like ug in bed. My dear devoted husband is trying to care for me and i am feeling heavily medicated and petulant. I was wanting coffee not wanting to spread the germs i asked if he would like to make it for me. He brings me a cup ahhh steamy coffee goodness yay. My heart says…
Wait! Wait! Is this TEA!?
I suddenly feel like my children do when i make them eat their veggies. Good for me humph.
Also Raman is apparently ” not a cure for illness” and it is impossible to say Raman with a nose as congested as mine. He made it for me anyway, you know its true love cuz i am being a pain in the ass.
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