During this epic couch-a-thon, I managed to clock 20 hours of television, which, despite what my ex-girlfriend claims, was definitely a weekend record for me. Those 20 hours included:
- 7 movies (Hancock, Wall-E, Pulp Fiction, Funny People, Unbreakable, Inside Man, Slumdog Millionaire)
- The Superbowl
- MythBusters (one episode)
- This American Life (one episode)
- Californication (one episode)
- Some random channel flipping
Thankfully Hank never caught whatever flu I had, so she took cheerfully care of all the household and child chores for the weekend, including fetching me soup and making a video store run. Her behavior was in stark contrast to how I typically act when she has the flu, when I am resentful and only teeth-grittingly helpful. What's the opposite of nurturing? Oh yeah, being a prick. That's what I do when she's sick.
So, yesterday, on my way home from work, I made sure to pick up a bouquet of flowers as a sign of my appreciation for Hank's excellent nursing.
Flowers are an interesting thing though. Sometimes they're just a bunch of flowers, but other times they're a stark reminder of how many years have passed since the last time I just brought home a bouquet of flowers. Hank stared at them skeptically.
Hank: What are those?
Hank: What for?
Me: For taking such good care of me! Thank you!
Hank: Are you cheating on me?