A sure sign of Christmas
I've been gifted with the Christmas cold.
I blame this on the fact that I practically waded through ice water barefoot last week. Peyton's school Christmas program was Thursday night, and it was raining. And raining. And raining.
By the time I got to the school, I had to park in front, walk through the cold rain to the back, and it was inches of water in some places. Without rain boots, you might as well be barefoot. I had to take my shoes off and put my feet in my coat to dry them off and keep them warm when I got in.
Afterwards, it was back through the standing rain in the parking lot, then in and out at Applebee's. When I got home, I have no sidewalk, so I had to trudge through more rain to get to my back door. Not only did I have to shed my shoes at the door, the bottom of my pants legs were soaked.
So therefore, I'm blaming my sore throat, sneezing, itchy eyes, runny nose, and congestion on my outing to the Christmas program because I was attempting to be a good aunt.
Peyton needs to come take care of me now.