Six Stages of a Married Cold
First year: "Sugar Dumplin, I'm really worried about my baby girl. You've got a bad sniffle and there's no telling about these things with all this stuff that's going around. I'm putting you in the hospital this afternoon for a general checkup and a good rest. I know the food's lousy, but I'll be bringing your meals in."
Second Year: "Listen Darling, I don't like the sound of that cough and I've called Doc Miller to rush over here. Now you go to bed like a good girl, just for Popps."
Third Year: "Maybe you better lie down, honey. Nothing like a little rest when you feel lousy. I'll bring you something. Have we got any canned soup?"
Fourth Year: "Now look, dear, be sensible. After you've fed the kids and got the dishes done and the floor waxed,
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