Well, we're back - sort of. Son Austin arrived home from college complaining of a sore throat, and by the time we were ready to head out for Dallas, it was obvious that everyone in the house was coming down with his disease. What to do, what to do? Do we go anyway, and run the risk of passing our germs along to the whole clan? Or do we call at the last minute and tell them "Never mind, we aren't coming after all," knowing that my sister Kathy hadn't even been planning to put up a tree this year, until we told her we would be staying with her, and then put up not one but two trees, and decorated her house from top to bottom! Well, call me chicken- hearted, but we loaded up the car with all our Kleenex and cold remedies, and headed north.
I still don't know if we made the right decision. We spent most of the time leaning one against the other on my sister's sectional sofa, each wrapped in a lap blanket, nursing countless mugs of hot tea. When we ventured out to the family festivities we resembled the living dead, and had no interest in the foods spread out before us, but still, everyone seemed glad to have us there. Of course, that could all change dramatically, when the first one wakes up with a throat full of snot.
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Oh, too bad! When I was sick a number of years ago my little sister made me a banner on the computer that said,
"Hop you fell beater."
So, that's what we all say to one another in our family when we're feeling under the weather...
Well, John and I are doing better, but we've voted Alexis "Queen of Snot."
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