Um. But it’s so not my fault…

Sorry for the recent disappearance but I have a song for you:

On the first day of Christmas my nephews gave to me,
A fever over one hundred and threeeeee.

On the second day of Christmas my nephews gave to me,
A food eating inabilityyyyyyyy.



Yeah. That’s the end of the song. I ran out of energy… and the ability to rhyme or whatever.

But maybe the whole, ‘no food’ thing isn’t so bad. It’s a great excuse to eat like a cow on Christmas – if I can eat by Christmas.

Whelp. I’m going back to bed. Have a lovely holiday!

AND... Happy belated birthday to Lizard. Once again, I didn't forget what day your birthday was, I forgot what day of the week it was! I swear!!

And do us all a favor on this pregnancy... pig out a little.