28 January 2002

ABM came home and saw me sitting at the computer which means he is never going to believe I am sick now. Never mind that he is at the drugstore filling my prescription for painkillers. I have been in bed all afternoon, but I got tired of sitting in the same spot. My dear husband will not believe this, however. In the World According to ABM, a person who is sick enough to be home from work is supposed to be lanquishing in bed, moaning pitifully and barely able to raise a glass of water to her parched lips. How much do you want to bet that he has me doing housework tomorrow?
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