I mentioned yesterday that I haven’t been feeling well. I’ve been a little run down and this morning I woke up just not well. Tired, headache, sore throat, body aches, all of it. So the hubs did something very nice and somewhat taboo.
He moved my old little TV and dvd player out of the spare bedroom and in to our room so I could stay in bed and watch Friends (which, let’s face it, is really all I want to do when I don’t feel well). Yet people may view this as unromantic, very “old and married,” a TV in the bedroom? Even though I’m the one who has trouble sleeping and likes a TV to lull me to my nightly rest, I have always been opposed to it. But this morning it was the best thing ever and I had as much fun as a sick person can watching Friends in bed.
I’m feeling better now, but I don’t think we will move it back yet…or ever…I mean its not like it has cable or anything : )