So the other day I was not feeling that well and even ended up throwing up, I was miserable. Meanwhile my hubby was downstairs happily preparing himself some food knowing I was sick. I leaned over the stairway and asked in my weakest voice for some Vernors (my go to, sure to feel better drink of choice). “Sure” my husband replied “want some chicken nuggets too?”. I asked in my very least sarcastic voice “Did you just hear me getting sick?” “Yes…so do you want some?” he said innocently. I will just end this story here and mention that I did not eat any chicken nuggets.
