Both Baby and I were sick. Sicky, sick, sick. Which just meant we slept most of the day.
Husband left us to go on a Buddhist Retreat where he got my step son blessed by a Lama or something and then he got my step sons chart read where the chart reader told him that my step son has a problem with authority.
Which I could have told him...
Anyway, Saturday night Husband calls and I'm all "I'm sick and Baby's sick and everything sucks!!!" I went to bed foggy and when I heard the door rattling at around 2 am I thought "oh geez, now the house is getting broken in to. I'm sick AND we're getting robbed... freaking fantastic."
But it was husband. Who had picked up and drove home so that he could take care of teh sick people.
I was so happy to see him. Partly because he wasn't actually there to rob us, and the rest because it was quite the load off... partnership.
On Sunday we felt well enough to drop baby off at my Aunt's so she could play around for a few hours and we went to see Tropic Thunder, which was only funny because of Tom Cruise. Yes, I said it. The man is weird and tiny and makes me squish up my face because he bugs me, but he can dance...
So yes, even Tom Cruise apparently has SOME sense of humor.
Which ever Scientologist brainwasher convinced him to do the role... give that guy a raise.
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