Thursday, February 7, 2008

SICK BOO

He gets sick with flu and fever. Takes over the couch for a week. I make rude joking comments about being stronger than him and go ride my bike. He gets better while I promptly fall sick. I take over the couch for the following week while he whistles around the house. I curse him and he laughs.

Is this the part about "in sickness and in health"? Must we share everything now that we are married? We really don't need any more reasons to become more lame and make no Friday or Saturday night rock star plans.

I guess this is warm up for my surgery, this lying about all day on the couch nonsense.

And Shaq? Really? Playing for the Suns? I was blown away by the news that we traded Marion for Shaq and really don't know how to feel. While I love Marion, I wasn't feeling the chemistry this year with him whining about not being a star all of the time so I guess I am conservatively optimistic. But I have always stated that I hate Shaq ball, so we better not turn into a boring Detroit type of team that scores 80 points a game. Nah, we have Nash, it won't happen. Think of the roster: Nash, Grant Hill, and Shaq. It is like the 1995 dream team. If we win a championship, it will all be worth it. I guess the good news is, that I won't have to watch Marion take the world's ugliest three pointers any more.

1 comment:

Erin said...

Ah, poor baby...sorry to hear you are under the weather. Sick = yucky.