Hubby is sick. Throwing up, stomach cramp sick. Of course, this morning he had set up some appointments that had to be kept regarding farm stuff. Me… wife…going from one town to another (we farm in two counties) to keep his appointments. My cell phone rings:
Hubby: You going to work when you get done?
Me: I was planning on it.
Hubby: Do you have to?
Hubby: Would you come home and take care of me?
You know what my day was like from there.