But it's only fair.
He's married to Lucy Van Pelt.
I'm sitting in my living room listening to him upstairs S N O R I N G like a fiend. He has a horrible cold. He? is sleeping in the guest room.
BECAUSE??? He is Charlie Brown. And I am Lucy Van Pelt.
I rule his world. I want no germs. I kicked him to the curb. I pulled the football.
And yet...All he has to do is look at me with those Charlie Brown eyes. I give the football back. I kiss him good night.
I? will probably get a damn cold.
Good grief.
6 comments:
Like Lucy, you have your sweet moments. This would be one of them.
Too Cute!!!
You're an awesome wife - but I'm a terrible friend. KEEP AWAY!! lol
That's too funny. I'm the same about sickness. Not so much in the mercy department. But they are pretty cute when they give you the sad eyes, aren't they? :)
Good grief!
Someday I'm hoping to find a woman who truly appreciates the fact that I volunteer to sleep in another room when I'm ill. Of course, the fact that I do the same thing when my SO is ill kind of lessens the self-sacrificing effect.
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