I spent the entire weekend sleeping. With intermittent puking.
There's something about being sick that makes me want to constantly have sex.
"Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeexxxxxx. Lllllllaaaaaaassaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiddddd. Oooooooorrrrrrrgggggaaassssssssmmmmm."
Of course, Aaron never wants to oblige. He's all ewwww, you're sick, noooooooo. Which really? Is quite rude. I mean, after all, it is his Husbandly Duty to, you know, do that.
And besides, the rush of adrenaline makes me feel better.
Of course, he claims it's the germs taking hold of me and trying to infest him. Which? Pshaw, as if I care about that.