My angel...

I am sick.

I was sick on Sunday, and a little bit on Monday, but thought I was feeling better. Today, after moving all my furniture around, and inhaling large amounts of dust, I feel really crappy!

I have a fever. And my body aches all over.

My son tried to help.

He said, "Mom... you don't really want to cook tonight, do you. " (not a question.)

"no. not really. " (cough.... cough)

"Well, why don't we go out to dinner? I'll pay!"

I wanted to cry. As much as I would have loved to not have to cook tonight, I couldn't allow my little son to pay for our dinner, (which would have been 79 cent burgers from Arctic Circle with the money he's got)! However, the words warmed me all over! Thanks, Buddy!