Bill actually perked up a bit last night and was hungry for dinner. I offered to heat up some soup and make some grilled sandwiches. He wanted KFC.
Bliech! I'm not a fan, but I went to KFC for Bill ... because he's got the flu ... and I'm trying to be all nice 'n' shit.
And how could I say no to such a sad, sick dude wearing a cold wash cloth on his head?
Not to mention he's been wearing those "Surrounded by nuts!" pants.