Great minds think alike...or like to deny suffering experienced by others. Fast-forward several years to a Sunday morning when by all outward appearances I am clearly having a freaking stroke. Gary takes me to the emergency room and tries to convince the ER doctor that he could probably take me home and do a couple of loads of laundry for me and I would be okay. Because he thought I was having a nervous breakdown. It turned out it was the best three-day vacation of my life (next to the Boundary Waters trip).
I tell this story because it makes me laugh a lot. And every time I tell it I have to apologize for re-embarrassing my man because when Gary realized how sick I was he was pretty scared that I was going to die.
Nevertheless, he is a weeny when he has a Man-cold.