Bagels vs Staches....

2009 has been a rough year so far for me, health wise. I started back to work with what I thought was a cold and it turned out to be bronchitis. Bronchitis that gave me an amazing smoker's voice and a raspy-ass cough for weeks. No sooner did I get over that, but I got some God-awful stomach virus that threatened to defeat me. I am not joking, I was out of commission for a nice week with this crap(figuratively and literally). During this time, my loving husband was AMAZING! He would take care of me, get me drinks, get me tissues, provide me with chick flicks and watch them with me, etc. However, during my stomach virus, I asked him if he minded getting me a bagel from Panera, which would require him to get dressed, leave our warm home, go out into the cold, and drive to Panera...well, you get the picture. He lovingly looks at me (and I look like a complete mess by the way,) and says, "anything for you." OMG! How sweet was that? I wanted to cry...and I am not an emotional person. But then I began to think??? Anything for me? How about shaving that RIDICULOUS mustache thing you have been growing that I absolutely despise, that I have been begging you to shave. Nope...I can have a bagel. I see where I stand.