I'm still sick and I hate being sick. It means not being able to go to belly dancing. It means not being able to teach to my full. It means having a sore throat and trying not to talk. etc...
Yesterday, I got home, had something to eat and then went to bed. I was too tired. Luckily I have a thoughtful husband who knows that I don't like cooking in general but especailly when I'm sick. So he agreed we could get pizza.
The best thing to happen all day was when I dog noticed my husband's jacket hanging on a door handle and - well shame he's just an overly aware doggie - he must of thought it was an intruder and he barked madly. After we had a short chuckle at his silliness, my husband decided to "investigate" the intruder. The intruder (Mr Jacket) attacked my husband, making the dog all scared. However, my husband was brave and much stronger than the jacket and won the fight. Charlie was much happier then and didn't mind the jacket hanging on the door handle anymore.
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