So for the past two days, I've been sick with the cold my hubby gave me (I think he had it worse than I did). I'm sitting here at the computer trying to keep myself occupied and not think about how icky I feel.... when all of a sudden....

Christopher walks into the room wearing the kilt!

What a nice surprise! I squealed excitedly and gave him a huge hug. He said since he's still recovering from his cold, he isn't going to do a workout tonight and decided he wanted to wear the kilt "just because... it's a NICE garment!".

Now he's pouring us a little scotch.

He ran out this morning before going to work to buy me a little more Theraflu and he also brought me chocolate... now this....

What a lucky gal I am!