My husband's in the bedroom playing chess on the computer and trying to think up ways to get out of cuddling with me later. Little does he know he'll be saved from that fate by a little thing called Project Runway. I figure I'll let him brainstorm anyway.
I'm not even sure I'm physically capable of cuddling that man tonight. My neck is currently jacked up and wreaking havoc on my ability to sit upright. I think it's because I sat in a crappy chair during the first of my three meetings today. My husband thinks it's because I sit in meetings period. He seems to think I should meet less. It's obvious that man is not in management. Because no meetings = the end of the world as we know it. Must meet. There are efficiencies to brainstorm. And my every fleeting thought to share. Someone in the other building might not know I had tacos for lunch. Quickly. Everyone to the conference room.
On top of my jacked up neck my husband and I both currently think we have sinus infections. I'm pretty sure neither of us have one. 9 times out of 10 there's nothing wrong with us that a solid night's rest under the influence of Ambien couldn't fix. We just like to describe illnesses to each other to see who's more ill. Last night, I had a migraine and just the thought of turning lights on was making me nauseous. Tonight we both had symptoms that included pressure and wanting to lay down on the floor and never get up. He tried to trump me by asking for Sudafed first. Luckily, I had the neck pain to fall back on so I won.
Although it's not whether you win or lose. It's about how many symptoms you can complain about before your spouse loses interest and walks out of the room.