Him: How are you feeling?
Me: Er. Okay. My throat is still hurting on and off and one sinus always seems to be on stuffed up. I don't know. I just feel off my game.
Him: Hmmmm. Maybe you just have a bad case of twoandhalfyearolditis?
Had he not told me that was on his way home to cook dinner and put her to bed, I would have hung up on his ass. And changed the locks on the doors.
But dinner does smell good. And she is asleep.
But my throat still hurts. And my sinus is annoying me.