Well, I woke up this morning to Mr. McBossy Pants. I guess if I give him an inch he'll take my right arm. He was trying to get me to take MORE Nyquil. Really? I just woke up from a 9-hour slumber. He must like the peace and quiet when I'm out cold. And I HAD to eat breakfast at the table with him instead of on the couch! What?? Power trip? I think when he gets back from church we shall return to the normal ways of Whitney being the boss. Mrs. Whitney Boss has a fair happy-medium we both can handle.
I do, however, want to mention that I had the most delicious French toast for dinner on Friday night, complete with fresh sliced strawberries, whipped cream and powdered sugar. Then, for breakfast Saturday morning, Mr. McBossy Pants made me a beautiful bowl of oatmeal with fresh strawberries and banana slices. So soothing on my sore throat. Mmm mmm gooooood.
My eyelids are getting heavy...I can feel the Nyquil kicking in... adios.