Hypochondria

I love this face.

So Karl is a bit of a hypochondriac. Whenever I'm even a little bit sick, he thinks it's cancer. If I forget where I put something, he'll say I have Alzheimer's. So I wasn't surprised to see this text conversation transpire.

Karl: "How is your day?"
Me: "It's pretty good. I have a giant headache though."
Karl: "I'm sorry! It's pretty much every day with the headaches isn't it?"
Me: "Yep. Wah, wah. Maybe I should get an eye exam."
Karl: "Yeah! Good thought...Or a brain scan."

I don't think I'll be getting a brain scan anytime soon, but it's good to know Karl's prepared for the worst. :)

Texts from Karl

Karl just sent me this text message. I want to remember it forever, so that's why it's going here.

"Just so you know, hardly getting to spend any time with you reminded me of how lucky I am! I am a very lucky boy! You are an amazing wife and friend and I'm lonely when you're not with me. You are so beautiful and sexy and fun, You are determined and motivated and smart and funny and I love you more than anything. I know we have our ups and downs, but I am truly happy you are in my life. As a matter of fact, you are my life! I love you my Kristiesita Bonita."

Seriously...That boy makes me so happy.