Symphony

The cold from hell is back and I am once again serenading my co-workers with my symphony of nose-blowing, sneezing and coughing. They are very happy that I am here at work today, wouldn't you be? I am getting a little tired of this. Did you ever see the kleenex commercial where the little boy says, "I sneezed so much I think my nose is broke." That's exactly how I feel. My nose is broke. Two months of this cold/sinus infection/strep throat/bronchitis/whatever is quite long enough. It's someone else's turn now.

On a happier note, except for my father's present, I am done, done, done with the christmas shopping. Except I have a little problem of seeing really cute things that I know would be just perfect for someone, and I think I must buy it, so I do, completely forgetting that I already bought their present online two weeks ago. So good news for all the people on my present list - you may very well get 2 or 3 presents instead of one, since I apparently cannot remember that I already bought you something. Oh well, they can always be presents for me!

Still no ideas on a present for Dad - you guys are no help.

Christine - are you still alive? Answer your email!