I’ve written before about the various tensions and unique stresses of living at the casa when Rick happens to be under the weather. Sadly, this has now been the case for about a week now, and this time the germ gremlins gifted my favorite beardly one with the nastiest cough I think I’ve ever heard. He sputters, he grizzles, he hacks, he shakes the whole damn bed to the point where I may have decamped to the couch a time or two.
He did mention earlier today that he was doing better, and hadn’t had any meds beyond cough drops all day.
Cue the conversation… on the couch with Rick net surfing and me playing this horribly addictive puzzle game on my phone.
Me- Do you think you’re going to be done coughing tonight?
Rick- I don’t think I’m ever going to be done with coughing. And hey, sometimes you sleep through it… how do you think I feel? I always wake up.
Me- So great, you cough you wake us both up and then thirty seconds later, your ass is SNORING and I’m still awake and I’m just saying, it kind of makes me want to get out of bed and find your giant combat boot and beat you in the head with it!
Rick stares, silently and judgily.
Me- BUT I DON’T DO THAT! And we call that LOVE, thank you very much.
Rick, snorting- that’s not love, that’s you being too pretty to do time.
Me, flinging down phone- dammit.
Rick- what?
Me, reaching for keyboard- Now I have to write this up.
Curiouser and Curiouser 