..and the tradition persists.

GREAT NEWS! ..I'm sick. Again.

I was just waiting for it. Every Christmas eve, without falter, I somehow get sick. But this year and last year are by far the worst times. Not so much this year as last. Last year somehow I got stuck with a cold mixed with strep, and by the end of the night pink eye. Where's the fun in that?!

I can guarantee you I did not stay up that Christmas eve. I didn't even want to get up. I couldn't open my eyes. You know that gunky stuff that never seems to go away when you have pink eye? Ohh, it was so bad. Not to mention I couldn't breath, and it hurt to swallow. Life was GOOD!

This year I just started out with the feeling that I couldn't really breath a couple days ago, which progressed to lots of coughing (and made my sore abs 3819739127.24 times sorer) which has now progressed to man voice/lost voice. I'm on the verge of no voice at all. And I'm telling a Christmas story tonight. Sometimes I wonder why my life rocks so hard.