Family holidays are always fun times. There are the remembrances of embarrassing moments past, the fact that hubbinator and I, our daughter, and son all got our FSIL 9 bottles of body wash. To be fair the oldest daughter and her partner received enough spatulas to keep her dogs in egg heaven for the new year (her dogs eat them especially when coated with eggs).

And then there is the gift that no one wants.

Yet someone always brings it.

You know what I’m talking about.

That’s right, the flu.

Our  youngest suffered the week before Christmas and after Christmas. Coughing and hacking and sleeping.

Hubbinator felt icky on New Years Day but didn’t stop him from accepting smooches from me until later. Of course, he bragged at how he’d kicked rid of the flu in a day or two.

Which meant he’d transfer it to me, because that’s how he rolls.

Came home from work with a 100 degree fever. That did break overnight but now I have the cough and sore throat.

My youngest refuses to take it back.

Ah, well. Until next time.