Okay, I've spent the last 3+ days stumbling through febrile hell. Still not out of the woods yet. So careful what you wish for, TNG. This is what I got. It's not a song, barely even music. Okay, back to staring into the middle distance and trying to appreciate the irony of catching something over the first weekend my wife's had off in over six months. That rattle is either my chest or romance dying for good.
Please, pretty please let me add to this. If you are okay with that, make it downloadable and send me a reply comment with the code words Whoop-a-wing, look-up-here But if you'd rather fly solo, that's totally cool too. I immediately started scribing lyrics upon listening to it, but it's likely just the wine talking.... I hope your wife feels better. Romance, it comes back when it's needed most. Being sick doesn't preclude you from random acts of awesomeness. Be awesome, chances are she deserves this. Note to self: Take your own advice for once asshole, hypocrite much?
Tell my wife, TNG- I'm the one that's sick, not her. I knew the reference without even clicking the link, god how I love that movie. Downloads enabled. Go for it.
I'm the one that's sick, not her.
Man up, punk. Just kidding, I hope you feel better pal.