Well, the good news is...

I wasn't sick for my birthday this year. That's a first. The bad news you ask? Being sick for Christmas! For the past few days I've had this tickle in the back of my throat. It made my voice sounds kinda funny in the mornings, but I was okay after I showered and got ready. This morning, though-- it never got better. I woke up with my eyes glued shut with goobers, my nose running and my voice completely hoarse. I DID go to work. I totally thought about calling in, but Jason convinced me it was worth a shot to go and try it out. I went, took an hour and a half worth of calls,then asked to go home. My voice and throat got worse and worse the more I forced it to talk. I came home to my wonderful husband, who brought me cafe rio and heated corn bags for me every hour. He was so good. Though I wasn't awake through most of it- I was just so wiped out I slept a lot of the day. Joy, joy.
Isn't it funny that when you feel the worst is when you have the most things to do? Tomorrow we're going out with Jason's family to dinner and to see Princess and the Frog. I was so looking forward to seeing it! I hope we can still go!!
At least I have most of my gifts wrapped and ready. Our first Christmas married! I can hardly believe it! Our tree is up and so cute (and so crowded in our tiny apartment)! We have a few little presents, nothing huge, but it's kinda nice to have a little something.
Our Bandit puppy got spoiled the most, I think! Funny how that works, uh? Our silly puppy has a cute little gray spot in the very middle of his back that's coming in darker and darker every day. Soon enough He'll have another spot! It seems like as he gets older he gets more spots! Now when we get him wet for his tubs he looks more like a Pongo than a Bandit! Ha ha ha!
Well, Merry Christmas everyone! I hope the week goes well for you and yours.