Yeah, that nice Christmas dinner and tree trimming? Olivia sat up in the middle of dinner and VOMITED ALL OVER THE TABLE-twice. Then walked into the living room and, wait for it, VOMITED RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE TREE.

So, yeah, merry freaking Christmas. I will be spending tomorrow in the doctor's office because Olivia vomiting means only strep throat. Then I will be snowed in with our incoming ten inches and a puker. If you are reading this and you are related to me, I have some terrible news. There are no gifts coming, and no Christmas cards either. No cookies, no candies.

But I got those damn ornaments on.