The past week has been fairly stressful. We’re only halfway through deployment, and I flew by myself with my three fidgety children from Mississippi to California, only to find out that my mom was in the hospital.
In isolation.
And wouldn’t be out for Christmas.
But in just a few moments all the stress of deployment, airlines, travel with children, illnesses, it will all fade away.
Because in just a few moments, I will be eating my first In N Out burger in over three years.
Now my Southern and Canadian readers may not understand the importance of this, but my California readers?
Oh, you know. You. Know.
Three years without In N Out means there is a gaping hole in your soul -not to mention your stomach- that can only be filled by the words “Animal Style.”
And as I unwrap my fresh, never frozen burger with grilled onions and hand-leafed lettuce, my soul rejoices.
Because that’s what a hamburger is all about, ya’ll.
That’s what a hamburger’s all about.
(Click on letter to read)
So I’ve had this letter written for a week, and if I run true to form, it will sit around for another few days before I finally get it into envelopes and stamped and addressed, and then those will sit around for another few days before I finally get them to the post office, and then the letter will arrive in the mailboxes of our loved ones three days after Christmas.
But you all get to see it first. Because I love you so much and you are so dear to me.
Or maybe because I don’t have to leave the house in all my hive-y, calamine covered, benadryl-doped-up glory, to share it with you.
Merry Christmas, ya’ll!
So the Great Plague of ‘08 is on it’s way out. I still sound like I’m coughing half a lung up, but at least the fever and chills are gone, and I started being a productive member of the human race again, instead of huddling under a blanket 24 hours day.
Well. That was until The Pox.
Oh, ok, I don’t really have the pox, but I do have hives. I’m in the fifth day of having them traveling over my body, and the doctors don’t know what I’m allergic to that could be causing them.
They decided I needed to see an allergist.
In January.
Mid-January to be precise.
So if you’re out doing some Christmas shopping, or returning a hideous sweater in January, and you see a woman with three small kids discreetly trying to scratch her entire body on the side of a building or a convenient tree?
That would be me.
Feel free to say hi.
I promise not to cough on you.
My mommy haz the plague. U can haz cofee and read moar blog?
U can readz about spiders.
Mebbe U do some laudriez?
Kthanksbai!
Sorry this is a day late! I’ll get right to the winners!
The winner of the random drawing is Gayle, commenter #12.
And this is kind of embarrassing…but my favorite song? Turned out to be “All I Want for Christmas is You” by Mariah Carey! I was sure that it was going to be something by the Transiberian Orchestra or Bing Crosby. But it’s just so…fun…it fits right into the season!
The first person to suggest this song won the giftcard, and that was Amy from P2P!
Thanks everyone for playing along! I’m off to a hotel for a night away, now…more on that later!
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