Let me set the scene – my husband is home from work with a stomach bug, that he shared with me. Here is the conversation that followed:
Me – I don't feel like doing anything, but I can't sit here all day. I've got so much to do.
Travis – You don't have to do anything.
Me – Well, look at me. I look terrible.
Travis – Well what do I look like, a prom queen?!
I laughed so hard I couldn't answer, but if I had been able to answer – it would have been a definitive NO! Not a prom queen. I'll save you from an actual description, and leave it to your imagination. We've all seen the sick hubby look – not a pretty sight. Good thing I married him for his money! Haa ha haaahaah!