Today, I woke up to a sick husband. "Not fun" is an understatement. My close friends know that I cannot stand puke. I have been Lysoling every surface he touches in hopes that I won't catch the virus. I think it would be torture if both of us were sick. Mainly because we share a teensytinsylittle bathroom. Yeah. 

I really, really hope you have a better day than my poor husband. Or me, for that matter.