I've been a little under the weather for the past couple of days (stupid sinuses) and just really didn't have a great night last night. I feel rotten if I don't take any medicine, but when I do take medicine, I have really weird dreams, hallucinations, and generally just can't sleep.
Marty got up and went to work at his usual time (5:00 am) and I tried to settle back in and sleep until I had to get up at 6:30. I couldn't go back to sleep, so I decided to get up and take a hot shower...hoping it would open my head up.
While I was in the shower, I heard this "bang" that sounded a lot like our back door closing. Hmmmm, not something I really wanted to hear while standing naked with soap all in my hair. I quickly started rinsing off wondering what in the world was going on. Then I heard heavy footsteps and a knock on the bathroom door.
WHO IS IN MY HOUSE????
WHERE IS JAMESON?????
Then I hear a voice say "Hey! It's just me. I decided to come home and take care of you today."
It was Marty.
He said he took off work today just so I wouldn't have to leave the house...
and he brought me this:
This would be a Jack's strawberry biscuit. Heaven in a plate.
He's such a sweet hubby!