Being sick is somewhat of an unusual experience for Kyle. I don't think he knows quite what to do with himself when he is sick. I try to help best I can, but my answer to everything is "take a Mucinex!" Kyle likes to avoid taking medicines whenever possible so really, what more can I do?
The last few days he has been fighting a cold of sorts and since I'm the one who's always sick, he (albeit jokingly) blames me! However, I have not been sick, and hope to not catch whatever virus it is that's sleeping next to me every night. My best efforts to defend myself were futile. Until this morning. I received the following message via electronic mail from The Kyle himself:
I made a mistake and thought it was you that got me sick somehow. I found out today that the girl I work with Ester has been sick the past 4 days. I had meetings with her last Thursday and Friday. So it was her, not you. I apologize for accusing you. I will buy you ice cream to make up for it. Oh I did last night. Now we are even.
Well how 'bout that! It was that danged Ester all along. I rest my case. However, I would like to sue for emotional damages and insist that restitution be made in the form of additional ice cream runs throughout the next 4 consecutive weeks. One Reese's Blizzard, afterall, is simply not enough to recover the damages suffered by being falsely accused of viral contamination of a spouse.
The kourt is adjourned.