Wednesday, April 21, 2010

punched and flowers.

today when i walked in the door, i was greeted by this:

i have been feeling a bit under the weather recently. so glad i have such a sweet hubs who lets me know he's thinking about me. ...or maybe he was just trying to make up for punching me in the nose. that's right, in the nose. last night i was laying in bed all miserable and sick. j rolls over and socks me one right in the nose. "ow babe!", i yelled as i sat up. he just kept sawing logs. i just kept laying there miserable and sick. and with a sore nose. at least he brings me flowers...


  1. oh my word - i can't believe he punched you in his sleep! clearly there's something going on in his subconscious... watch out mar, watch out.