Cold and Christmas-y in Houston

No, it’s not snowing here. In fact, it’s in the 70s, sunny, and beautiful. I should be in heaven. Instead, I’m sick.

So the cold is my cold. And the Christmas-y is my nose, which is red like Rudolph’s from all the tissues rubbing against it.

Apparently Andy’s sick and miserable too, back in Cincinnati, so I’m sure we’re going to have SUCH a fun reunion tonight when I get home…


  1. Oh, I just went back for a couple days to visit my mom for her birthday. In part because, no, I am not going back for Thanksgiving. Xmas only. Andy and I are going to start alternating Thanksgivings with each other’s families.

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