The story of my friend's plight as the very busy wife of a husband with a cold
(interpreted by yours truly).
*great hulking man beast bellows*
"Katie, HELP! Come quick!"
*Katie runs in* "WHAT?!"
"I just blew my nose into THIS Kleenex and it's all greenish and gross. LOOK!"
*shoves tissue at Katie*
"Yup, it sure is."
"Am I going to die? I don't FEEL good.” *whines* “Man, I think I need to lie down."
*genius of melodrama lies directly on the floor*
Katie: "Welp. *sigh* Is that all you wanted me for?"
"BUT... I'M DYING HERE!"
"Yeah, I can see that. *eyeroll* Look, I'm baking and taking care of your son and two dogs and cleaning and a number of other things so if you need me for anything else, I'll be in the kitchen."
“Remind me what the doctor told you.”
*Pouting* “Drink fluids and get some rest.”
“And what else?”
*quietly* “Don’t be such a pussy.”
“Thank you. I’ll be in the kitchen.”
Can you get me some juice?"