Less than 24 hours after returning from a quick romantic weekend, my dearest darling, Ryan, was felled by an intestinal flu, so he’s been concerned that he might have given it to me.
Ryan: How are you feeling? Still okay?
Me: Are you texting to check on the state of my bowels?
Ryan: Yeah, I guess I am.
Me: In the immortal words of Ashford and Simpson…still Solid As a Rock.
Ryan: I’m thinking more fiber for you.
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Wait, didn’t you just have them examined recently? Shouldn’t that count for something?
Right!? Luckily, I didn’t get it. I credit teacher immunity.
Must be true love to check up on your bowel movements. 🙂
Either that or he’s becoming my mother.
Oooh, ouch. 🙂
Romantic weekend leads to intestinal flu. Interesting.
So glad I didn’t catch it. He’s miserable.