I love my fuzzy robe

For Christmas, my children insisted I needed a fuzzy robe from Bath and Body Works. They picked out the purple one and used up their entire "Grandma" budget to get it for me. Apparently, when I was in B &B works before the holidays picking out a gift for my secret santa, they noticed the robes and decided on their own that I just HAD to have it. Grandma and Pop take them out to buy gifts for Jeremy and I every year. I just love seeing what they think we "need." Grandma told me that both Joshua and Ruthie independently of one another insisted on getting this robe for me. I'm so glad they did.

For the last day and a half, I've lived in the robe. Seems Hannah's tummy bug passed on to me. I was up till about 3 this morning before I finally felt it was safe to go to bed. Why me and not Jeremy who stayed up with her and cleaned her up? Because he has a super immune system apparently. I never see him ill, ever. And I dont believe he's ever taken a sick day, at least not this year. I doubt he'll experience the joy that is this virus, and quite frankly, I hope neither do Joshua nor Ruthie. I, on the other hand, get every little bug, virus, and bacterial infection that my children pass along. In the meantime, I'm going to go re-plant myself back on the couch with my blanket, coca-cola and pretzels, all curled up in my nice fuzzy robe. I love my robe.