Additional note to self: Do not catch germs while caring for sick hubby. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

Small note on the mystery certified letter: sadly, was too sick yesterday to ask or care where it came from, so I won't know for sure till Monday, but it was made out directly to AJ and most of the corporate items are made out to the corporation. So, we'll see.

Anyhoo, Wednesday night was one of the worst for AJ, before the antibiotics started kicking the little streptococcusbutts. He finally fell asleep about 9 or 10. I was restless, so I watched some TV and hung out here for a while till I thought I heard him call me.

He had indeed, having been awakened by a fresh bout of feverish chills. I petted him, soothed him, medicated him, watered him, petted him some more, and almost got him to doze off. Then, about midnight, just as I was finally getting drowsy, he decided to stagger in and take a shower to try and bring his fever down some.

So I pried my eyelids back open and accompanied him. Sorry, no reports of anything interesting in the marital bliss department, even if I were so crass as to use that to try and boost my ratings, lol. I just washed him down while he stood under the water and shook. Not very romantic.

When I was done, he leaned over onto me and said he was sorry for being so much trouble to me. I assumed at the time that he meant in general over the last year+, though I have since realized he could just have meant being sick and me waiting on him. I hope he meant the first, since I sweetly cooed, "I forgive you." <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> At least he was too sick to remember much if I got it wrong. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />

Then last night, after he felt bad for not helping clean house, and seeing me drag my sorry self around in little spurts throughout the day, made me a giant bubble bath at bedtime, all for myself, while he had worship with the kids. That made some great love deposits, lemme tell ya.

Mom helped me to realize yesterday that I had neglected to share an interesting little anecdote from a few months ago. See, there's this wonderful kids' program on TBN called K10C, which is short for Kids' 10 Commandments. Apparently they only have 9 or 10 shows, each one illustrating a commandment.

Well, one of them popped up called Stolen Jewels, Stolen Hearts. I cannot stand to watch it, but of course the kids loooooooooved it, and watched it over and over and over and over and over and over again.

After completing it for the umpteenth time, my 9yo piped up, "Daddy, what's adultery?"

There was stunned silence for a moment, before the predictable response. "Um, ask your mother." He breathed a sigh of relief at his cleverness.

I know I stammered something, and it seemed to make sense to the 3 of them, but even with my brain temporarily frozen, a part of me was rofl at AJ's discomfiture, and it still makes me snicker every time I think of it.