Coughing - the stuff memories are made of

You know you have been sick too long when the constant coughing becomes such a normal part of the day, and your little one informs you, "Mama, I LIKE coughing with you."

And then the next day, when a friend drops by, she tells her, "I lay in bed with Mama and cough."

So that sums up what we've been doing the last week or so...apparently nothing more than lying in bed and coughing.

Ricardo was gone for a good part of last week on a business trip to Arizona, and along with taking our one precious computer that we share, he also took our camera. So I have nothing to show for Week 4 of Project 365, which kind of bums me out. Not that you would want to see pictures of Savannah and me lying in bed and coughing, since that's all we did.

But really, I should have had him take my 365 pics for me, because his week sounded way more interesting than mine. He even got to eat at a sushi place for the first time - which I would have LOVED to have pictures of...I never thought my burger-lovin' hubby would try sushi. At first he said he liked it, but then when I pressed him further to see if he would go again (with me, this time), he backpedalled a little and said it wasn't quite on par with a burger.

Which reminds me of this...for awhile now, probably the past 2 or 3 years, we started a ranking system for the new foods that I try out on him. The scale is 1 - 10, with 10 being out of this world and 1 being fit only for the garbage disposal. Most of the time he gives the dish about an 8 or 9, which isn't too shabby, and occasionally he will bestow a 7 upon something mediocre. But he never goes below that, which leads me to believe that the scale is too extensive and that I should revise it somehow. Maybe from 5-10? or 1-5? Or maybe he just doesn't want to hurt my feelings.

So last night I made a chicken dish, which scored a 9 1/2. The highest yet. When I asked him what would score a 10, he looked at me sheepishly and said, "A burger".

Ah, I love that man.

After our oh so impressive (ahem) 9 1/2 meal, we put Savannah to bed and sat down to watch Fireproof. Good, good movie. I was really impressed that a movie that had such a strong message of salvation and love and commitment to marriage had been in the theaters as long as it was. But it was great to snuggle with Ricardo and watch something so uplifting. And it has made me think about what I can do to encourage this man of mine better every day.

Clearly, randomness seems to be the order of the day today - I'm gonna blame my addled brain on all the coughing.