So my hubby has so kindly given me his crud. It has taken exactly 7 days for me to come down with this shit. I've been in bed for two days. I seriously didnt even move out of bed yesterday except to get food. I didnt shower, I didnt even brush my teeth. I totally realize that is so disgusting, however I really wasnt in the mood to move. This morning I thought it would be a good Idea to at least shower and change my underwear. It did make me feel a little better. I dont feel so scuzzy, and my teeth are freashly brushed with a new set of jammies. I'm sure my hubby will be thanking me for that since all I heard last night was OMG you stink, face the other direction. But yet I still refused to get up and brush them. Serves him right for not going to the couch last week.
I have realized a couple things staying home. 1. Daytime TV blows. 2. At least I can keep up on my DVR shit. For expample I watched 3 hours of Grimm yesterday, but now I'm out of shit to watch and am stuck watching re reruns of Kimora Life in the Fab Lane from 2 years ago on E. My on demand isnt so on demand as it takes 2 hours to download something I wanna watch.
Heres to hoping I can find somethng to watch soon, and the hubby will cook and actually do the dishes tonight.