Sometimes, when Rob is having a bad day, I wrap my boobs around his face for a few minutes. It always makes his day better.
He's got strep throat. Yay for late summer illnesses. I probably brought it home to him from work - two of my coworkers were sick last week. He also had to go to the big nasty evil doctor all by himself today & he hates that woman even when we go together & she ended up pulling out a bunch of emotional anxiety-wrought crap from him on top of poking & prodding at his sore throat. If only boobies made everything better.