The fiance is sick.
Or cleverly trying to get away with making me do the unpacking. I’m not convinced either way.
I made him dinner last night while he read blogs
(he reads sports blogs and econ blogs. Food ones mystify him. “Do you know that person?” “No, do you know Krugman?” “No but I also couldn’t tell you what his kids look like.” )
Pasta with sausage and red sauce
(True story btw: I’m not sure where our cutting boards are. But right now there are none in the kitchen. Try making meals that don’t require cutting. It’s fun)
And this morning I got him some tea and some oats.
Plus oats for me that were far better. Because mine had chocolate.
And I took the terrifying vitamin again (After the first time, swallowing isn’t so bad. Yup, that is what she said)
I put out get well things for the man
And now I’m going to try and go kick his butt out of bed so I can go to work.
Question of the day: chocolate in oatmeal-yes or no? My fiance is mysteriously anti-chocolate in oats. I think he’s crazy.