Queen B and I each got the stomach flu last night. It was not the best gift that I have ever received on Christmas.
Although, since I didn't start hurling until 2:00 this morning, I guess my gift was technically more of a late Christmas present. Queen B starting barfing closer to 11:00 last night, so hers still counts as a holiday event.
It's 7:00 p.m. as I am writing this and I am finally starting to feel human, so I have some hope for tomorrow not sucking any worse than returning to work following an eleven-day vacation sucks, just, you know, in general. That whole setting the alarm for 5:00 a.m. thing really blows (actual chunks, like I did last night).
Anyway, I hope your Christmas contained 100% less barf than mine did and that Santa brought you gifts that you really like.