Marrying George Clooney

perhaps this is a good time to brag.
bragging rights.
last night while i was struck down with some food poison thing that literally attacked me unannounced – honestly i was sitting, chatting with ken when all of a sudden, keeled over, doubled over in pain, excruciating pain — and my husband … my guy… took such good care of me i just had to brag,
seriously.
and i have to say for the record, i am not a good patient. no. i get cranky and irritable and ‘leave me alone, for god sake leave me alone in my misery… in my pain… please… now… shoo. go away…’
but last night, after all these years of shooing … i let him take care of me.
and i gotta say, for the record, there is nothing – capitol N – like love.