Beren came home with a sore throat and the beginnings of a cold yesterday so, being the thoughtful girlfriend that I am, I immediately went into caretaking mode. I poured the oj, delivered tissues and the remote control before donning my apron heading to the kitchen, ready to whip up a batch of homemade chicken soup. And then, I remembered....when My Man is sick, he doesn't appreciate my fresh & delicious cooking, he only wants two things: canned chicken soup and grilled cheese. Ewww! So instead of cutting carrots & celery and de-boning chicken today I'll be opening a can and tossing cheese onto slices of white bread. Sigh.
something else to make him feel better?