Shit Gini And I Say To Each Other

(NOTE: Based on time elapsed since the posting of this entry, the BS-o-meter calculates this is 4.824% likely to be something that Ferrett now regrets.)

Gini usually gets up at 9:00 or so. However, she’s been sick, so she’s been sleeping in the other room, where the hard bed is easier on her back.
I am ridiculously paranoid.
She shambles out at 11:30.
ME: “I was worried you’d died in the night. But I figured the chances of you having died were low, and the chances that you needed rest were high.”
GINI: “It’s not like knowing I was dead any earlier would have done you any good.”
ME: “Are you kidding? I would have gotten the rest of the day off!”

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