Sunday, January 26, 2014

Sunday's Sick Grab-bag

So. Yeah. Still sick. Still really really sick. Wiley has been a champ about keeping me company. Yesterday he climbed on top of me on the recliner and sprawled right out. 

 I think he's upset that I haven't been sleeping in the bed this week, so he isn't getting his nightly cuddle sessions. I couldn't believe he actually fell soundly asleep this way.

Unfortunately the clicking of the camera woke him, so I used it as an excuse to take some "selfies" of him.

He looks so perplexed!

Of course just when I think he can't get any cuter or sweeter, he steals five grilled chicken breasts off of the counter (I swear to you I thought I had them out of his reach) and eats them while I'm in the shower. I knew I was in for a bad surprise when I came downstairs to this guilty face.

He's squinting because he can't even maintain eye contact. What a brat. 

Anyway, I finally caved and agreed to take a sick day to go to the doctor tomorrow. At least that's the plan, assuming I can get an appointment. Because right about now, Wiley looks like I feel.

That sums it up.

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