Despite the fact that Wm infected me with strep throat (which I discovered after being freakin' throat raped by an evil nurse...I really need to switch doctors!), I decided to make cinnamon rolls for breakfast this morning. I made the dough and let it rise last night, then rolled it out and stuffed it with the butter, cinnamon, and sugar, cut the rolls up and put them in the pan, ready to bake, right before I went to bed. Then this morning all I had to do was throw them in the oven and whip up the frosting while they baked. I lured Steve out of bed with the aroma of cinnamon rolls! Steve had 3 of them for breakfast, while Wm made it through one and a half. They were suuuuper rich, so I only ate one. But the general family consensus is that homemade is *much* better than the canned kind! 
Wm gearing up
YUM!
In health-related news, Wm is doing fine. He never did seem really sick. He is a champ about taking his yucky medicine. I started feeling yucky Thursday, but put off going to the doctor until Friday, when the wheels really feel off. Sure enough, I was infected. Steve is still putting off going, saying that he feels fine. But he doesn't look fine. So, it may be only a matter of time before he falls as well!
In other Steve goings on, there is big news from work! He had a sit down with the owner and found out that he does not want Steve to run Soccer First...he wants him to run all of Sports Ohio! Steve is both really excited and a bit nervous. They got interrupted by some work-related crisis, so they couldn't finish their meeting - so the big questions (when does he start and how much they are going to pay him!) didn't get answered. The owner said they would sit down sometime this coming week and hash it all out.
One of the reasons that I love Steve is that he makes me laugh so hard my insides hurt sometimes - and, what makes it especially funny is that no one else really knows how funny he is. Because his delivery is so dry and serious. After we found out about his Big Promotion, he was sitting on the couch clacking away at the computer (probably on ESPN), and I went and sat next to him and said, "Hey...now that you are a Big Deal, are you going to trade me in for some young trophy wife?" And, without missing a beat or pausing the clacking, his raises one eyebrow and says totally seriously, "Oh, yeah. That's part of the 5 year plan." Then just keeps on computing, never even smiling. Love it. LOVE it. I laughed so hard I nearly wet my pants. The only indication that Steve gave was a clear look that he was proud of himself for his cleverness. ZING!
(Note: Steve just said, "What are you doing over there? You look smug. Are you writing about me? I can read you like a book. Maybe I'll start a blog about you!" Then mimed my "smug" face and typed furiously away at his computer. Good times...)
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