Sharing Germs
I was reminded of one of the nuances of marriage this weekend–the sharing of germs. No matter how hard you try, if one of you is sick, the other probably isn’t far behind. So, I spent my entire weekend and part of today recovering from an upper respiratory thing that my husband so graciously shared with me.
However, I feel it is my duty to mention how nice it was to take turns emptying the trash can of tissues, doing the germ-infested laundry, loading and reloading the dishwasher with our myriad of water glasses, and making the contents of our fridge into something edible–albeit tasteless!