dh and i both took off friday for dr appts, and we both had monday off. we spent the four-day weekend working each other's last nerve. dh was sick, and in case you didn't know, it was the worst illness in all the land; lo, it was a sickness of legend. he didn't go to the dr and as of last night, did not recall me offering to drive him to the dr. (yes, i actually did try to punch him in the junk for that one, but even in his weakened, enfeebled state, he was able to block my fist.)
i have many polls for you, based on the arguments we had.