...Or should I say A Very Special Stomach Flu Christmas. This year we celebrated the the stomach bug at the family gathering. When my brother picked me up he said, "Maggie's puking."
Awesome.
By Saturday it had made it through everyone except for my mom and my oldest niece. And technically my brother who had some other virus. Mom and I thought we'd escaped since we left as soon as possible on Christmas day. But by Saturday afternoon it became apparent that we--or I--hadn't.
Twenty-four hours of sleeping later, it was gone.
Happy Christmas.
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