I'm a Lucky Girl.

You know you've found yourself a great boyfriend when he calls to ask how your day was and you tell him you've spent the afternoon barfing your guts out, he immediately says he'll be right over, then shows up with a grocery bag full of medicine, soup, gatorade, sprite, juice, and saltines, then sits on the couch and snuggles with pathetic, sick you in your pajamas until you're ready to climb into bed.  Even puking my guts out, I'm a lucky girl.