Just Another Friday Party

So while I am beyond happy to be feeling better  . . .

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My poor husband is now down for the count.  This poor, sad little sight is what I came home to from work this afternoon.

I asked this on twitter when I got home:

What’s worse?  Being sick yourself or coming home to a sick husband on your first day back from work.

The poor guy is a trooper and in general handles being sick pretty darn well, but I tried to make my wifely duties proud and take care of him tonight.

Make his favorite mea:

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Homemade pizza

  • half a green pepper
  • half a yellow onion, sauteed and blackened before
  • one yellow beat steamed
  • pepperoni
  • mozzarella cheese
  • crust from sprouts

While Zach certainly has the pizza making down, mine wasn’t so bad if I do say so myself.

He’s done such a great job of taking care of me this week, it was almost nice to pay him back and do wifely duties.

The poor animals are a bit confused about what’s going on around this house though 🙂

Sweepstakes Loot

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Guess what I won!  A box of my FAVORITE thinkThin creamy peanut butter bars.  I know I’m trying to eat real foods, and less processed goodies.  But these are my absolutely favorite.  And quite frankly, the stats aren’t bad.  20 grams of protein and 0 grams of sugar.   Not.Too.Shabby.

Thanks thinkThin for sending me the loot!  You can be confident that I’ll love every.single.bite 🙂

Tonight

And now, it’s time to return to my poor sick boy and enjoy the chocolate I brought home to cheer him up.  (All while watching THE CARDINALS of course)

Mexican Dark Chocolate discs for him

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And a spicy dark bar for me — along with a lot of H20 of course.

Long Run

I am  hopeful that I can get a good run in tomorrow morning.  Of course, my FIRST priority is my health, and the second I feel pain, weird, exhausted, then I will stop and respect what my body needs.

You all know I’ll let you know how it goes.

Have a great Friday night all.

Question of the Night:  What’s worse?  You being sick, or your loved ones?

It’s a tough one, but my poor boy is SO pitiful I have to say it’s worse to see him sick.