This week I am sincerely grateful for
true love.
The 'get me a bucket' kind.
Love that sees one partner dutifully fetching a bucket for their sweetheart
who sits atop the toilet enjoying a bout of food poisoning.
Oooohhh.
Love that sees a partner calling gorgeous, loving,
intended-to-be-helpful-or-soothing-or-something
things from outside the bathroom door after being told
"please don't be in here love".
Aaaaahhh.
Love that clearly hears poltergeist style heaving and hurling
interspersed with "Oh God, I'm so sorry" ,"Oh foul, so sorry" ," Oh man, Lord, help meeee" and appears completely unphased.
Aaaawww.
Love that sees a partner kiss their darling as they moan and groan into bed
after trying in vain to scrub the 'I've been to vomit hell and back' stench
from their pores.
Eeeeeww.
Love that doesn't shake it's head or lecture after learning that said sweetheart actually poisoned themselves unknowingly.
Damn you out of date whole egg mayonnaise. How did you slip past the cull?
No prizes for guessing which partner I was.
Totally grateful, honey.
Playing along with Maxabella Loves
Shar :-)
