“Baby, my temperature has to be at least like elevendy billion degrees. I feel like a nuclear friggin reactor or something. I’m pretty sure I could power a small city with all the heat my body is generating right now.”
MJ was tested. It is not COVID, but his temperature got as high as 104.
MJ’s mom flew up to visit from Texas a couple of weeks ago for MJ’s 40th birthday, and while she was here, she bought groceries for us. More specifically, she bought several cans of chicken noodle soup.
Mrs J, I don’t know how you knew we would need the soup so shortly after you left but thank you for helping us to be prepared.
It is hard to live up to her awesomeness, but I try. Mrs J is hard to impress. Not in a bad way. In an awesome mother in law who I want to impress, because I want to be worthy of her awesomeness kind of way.
When we took her to the airport Mrs J told me that I impressed her with how clean and neat the house was, how good of a mother and wife I am, and more. It made my whole year. I felt like I was wife/mom knighted or something.
Anyways, MJ is sick, and I am taking good care of him.
Peace love and happiness from the Johnson’s
