The Tale of the Poor Sick Husband

It all started with a baby--like most stories do. This baby was a nephew to the Poor Sick Husband this tale is about. The baby began to vomit all sorts of gross things and people came from miles around to pay their sympathies to said baby. Well, a soon-to-be Poor Sick Husband was trying extra hard to be a great Uncle, so he loved this baby and helped take care of the baby--but, unbeknownst to him, the baby was passing his infectious nasties onto this helpful Uncle. This is where the Uncle becomes the Poor Sick Husband.
It was an early Wednesday morn and the alarm was going off much to early to be suitable. The Poor Sick Husband turned to his Lovely Wife and said, "I don't feel well. I'm going to take a shower and I'll probably feel better." The Poor Sick Husband came back into the room a few minutes later only to share the sad sad news that the baby had truly infected him and he had begun to vomit all sorts of gross things. This was a sad predicament for the Poor Sick Husband and his Lovely Wife.
Long story short, 'twas a sad day for the Poor Sick Husband who stayed home all day while his Lovely Wife had to attend classes and work. She longed to be with him and take care of him, but alas, someone must always be bringing home the bacon.
But, this tale does have a happy ending! Because of the Poor Sick Husband's all over fever, his Lovely Wife was warm all night because he was a toasty boasty! And the next day, the Poor Sick Husband became the Happy (Non Sick or Poor) Husband! Just in time for his Lovely Wife's birthday Celebration City tomorrow!
(Stay tuned for posts of the extravaganza!!!)