Domestic Tranquility

The Wife (who, it would seem, is NOT to be referred to as "the old lady") is sick. She has acquired the Creeping Crud which seems to be going around (obscure medical fact: there's ALWAYS a Creeping Crud, Bug, or other infection going around). I put her to bed with copious clear fluids, ibuprofen, and a stuffed animal. Then I made her Turkey Pot Pie (or as I like to call it, "The Breakfast Club Special").

Unfortunately, I've never been very good at proportions. Fortunately, we have all these nice new casserole dishes from the wedding. And now they're full of Turkey Pot Pie with Biscuit Topping that You Can Make for Your Girlfriend (as modified from _The Bachelor's Cookbook_, Page 17). Anybody interested in leftovers?

On a related note, in order to get my blood testosterone levels back into the therapeutic range, tonight I'm going to dose The Wife with NyQuil, go shoot something and then hit the strip bars. Who's in?