Not Exactly Gold, Frankenscense, and Myrhh

Alex has two complete weeks off from school. He doesn't have any work to do over the break, and he is beyond the years of bringing home ornaments, or little gifts for Mom, but he didn't come home empty handed. He snuck in with a little stomach virus, which attacked him last weekend. He shared it and the STP and Amanda got it on Tuesday. By Christmas eve everyone was feeling well enough to go to church and eat Aunt Sara's taco dip. By 1am Christmas morning I knew what my three gifts were going to be. Chills, vomiting, and diarhrea. Once I got the first one, it was just the anticipation of the others that made the night go so fast. By morning, I actually felt better (but I have no desire for any more of the taco dip) and spent the day on the couch. All of the buckets in the house are back where they belong. Next episode: the blizzard.