Charlie's sick...101+ fever and congestion in the chest. Think it has a little something to do with not treating his body very well over the last few weeks, hydrating with Abita Ambers and no exercise, but I'll spare you the details. Anyway, he's sick. Very sick. So tonight we did what we always do when there's illness...Chinese food in bed. No matter how sick you are, some hot and sour or wonton soup always tastes yummy. Tonight we had the added bonus of the Westminster Dog Show and American Gladiator on the tube.
Tomorrow he'll be home again, and we'll have leftovers in bed...watching American Idol and The Biggest Loser. I could get used to this routine.
