Well, Friday the 13th was fun, but our February the 14th was miserable. Not only was it the worst Valentine's Day in our recorded history, hubby claims it was possibly the worst weekend of his life. I came down with a horrible flu bug at about midnight on Friday night that kept us up till 3:00 in the morning and then laid me out flat the rest of the weekend. Poor Mike had to help me in and out of bed and worse. . . (skip ahead past gruesome details). . . at one point he had to hold my drinking glass for me because I was having severe muscle spasms in my back and shoulders. And as if a sick wifey wasn't bad enough, that threw Lucy off and she seemed upset all weekend and bored of being cooped up and had the worst diaper rash I've ever seen AND a continuously runny nose. So you can imagine, Mike could've been featured on the Discovery Channel's Dirty Jobs for all he had to clean up and put up with over the weekend. That's love.
This pic is a little tribute: