Our 2012 ended with illness.
I got sick the week before Christmas. Mike got sick as we were about to leave for Galveston for Christmas with my family. Nickels got sick two days into Galveston. Hoo started praying to the porcelain god on New Year's Eve Eve.
Once the up-chucking started, I threw in the towel and Mike agreed that checking out early was our best defense. That and a pile of plastic bags to keep the car barf-proof.
Today, we slept late. Not late because we partied hard last night, but because we all fell asleep at various times of the evening watching various countdown parties. And we all ended up in the wrong room in the wrong bed with the wrong partner. For some reason, Hoo's single bed was like a well ingested sleeping pill to me.
We are all sitting around together, four of us (me excluded) coughing and complaining about a) stomach aches 2) head aches and 3) achiness/fever. And about once every minute, someone starts into a coughing jag that ends with "uuuuhhhhhhh".
We start 2013 a bit under the weather, but not completely defeated. We will eat our black-eyed peas and will catch up on DVR'd TV until we feel like peeling ourselves off the couch. At least we are together, not infecting anybody else.
2013 has no place to go but up from here. So, we are already counting this as a good year.
Happy '13 y'all!
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