Dear Hubby awoke this morning with a sore throat and a slight cough.
Probably to much Thanksgiving yesterday! ha!
About 4:30 this afternoon, Dear Hubby shut down the office (which being the boss he's allowed to do), and we all (all 4 of us, that is) headed down to the local pub for a company send off of one of the our employees who has resigned.
Enjoyed a couple of hours with adult company, before heading home to the kids.
By the time we get home, Dear Hubby has pretty much lost his voice (aaaaaaahhhhhhh! peace and quiet! ha!), and has gotten quite marge simpson sounding.
He pops a Strepsil in his mouth and then I hear.................. crunch! crunch! crunch!
"What are you doin? Your suppose to suck it!! not bite it!! What good will it do your throat if it's already in your tummy before it melts??"
So he gives me a sheepish look as he pretends he's not bitten that much and proceeds to suck it.
Well, Doodles is in bed reading, Grumpy Daughter is out with Bunny Boy and it's nice and peaceful.
Guess it's time to wind down and enjoy the evening.
Tomorrow will be time to start decorating for Christmas!
