For Better or... Bitter?
It seems the cold virus is up in the air. I got sick also these past few days. It reminded me of an article entitled “The Seven Years of the Married Cold.” It talked about the reaction of a husband to his wife’s colds. It went like this: The first year: “Honey, I’m really worried about my baby girl. You’ve got a bad sniffle. I’m putting you in the hospital this afternoon for a general checkup and a good rest. I know the food’s lousy, but I’ll be bringing your meals in from Alfredo’s. I’ve already got it all arranged with the hospital.” The second year: “Listen, darling, I don’t like the sound of that cough. I called Dr. Villanueva to rush over here. Now you go to bed like a good girl, please? Just for papa.” The third year: “Maybe you’d better lie down, honey; nothing like a little rest when you feel bad. I’ll bring you something to eat. Have you got any instant noodles?” The fourth year: “Now look, dear, be sensible. After you’ve fed the kids, washed the dishes, and finished the