My husband has a Man Cold. I don't feel so good myself. He has no bell to ring, but I do tell him, "poor little bunny."→[More:]He did go to the doc and come back with five (!) prescriptions. I on the other hand did my spin class, my volunteer work AND went to pick up the Boy Scout chicken dinner he'd bought a ticket for.

NEither one of us is picking up the house OR doing laundry. In a couple of hours American Idol will be on. And I will sit in front of the tube totally, totally guilt free.

(By the way, he's the one who labelled what he has as a Man Cold. The doc called it bronchitis. But still.)