Sharing the love...and other things

So, my last post talked about how much I hate being sick. Well, even more than me being sick, I hate it when someone I love is sick. Mr. Perfect now has bronchitis. The poor thing. I've discovered that men are much bigger whimps when it comes to being sick than women are. However, Mr. Perfect does have some very strange (and sometimes scary) reactions to medications. The cough medicine the doctor prescribed him contains codine, and one dose was enough for us to go out and buy some regular over-the-counter cold medicine to replace it. He is starting to feel better, and the cough isn't nearly as painful to listen to as it was just a few days ago.

On a happier note, we auditioned for Taylorsville Arts Council's production of The King and I. I will be a nameless, inconspicuous wife, and Mr. Perfect will have a speaking part of some kind, we just don't know which one, yet. They also asked me if I'd be willing to be the music director. At least this one will pay. Not much, but still...