This Is Love

So last week I had a terrible headache and felt sick to my stomach. I went to bed feeling miserable.
Brian came to bed shortly after I had lay down. I must have been making pathetic little whimpering noises, or something, because he asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?" I really didn't think there was, so I said, "No."
After a little more tossing and whimpering, Brian said, "Do you want me to clean the toilet for you?" What a guy! And what could I say, except, "Yes, please."

So, he did.

And I used it.

Ah, yes. Cleaning the toilet so your wife can have a fresh place to vomit.

This is love! *wink*