All I Want for Chirstmas is...

To feel normal again. This stinks. Ever since the weekend, I have yet to feel like I'm back to normal. Now I'm getting all congested and feel like I'm starting to come down with a cold. What's next? The plague?

I've gone through what seems like gallons of hot tea but nothing seems to be working. I think tonight I may break out the big guns. Vick's vaporub, a shower soothers, my decongestant and maybe, just maybe, I'll be breathing without feeling like someone shoved cotton up my nose.

Ah well, at least I'm able to function well-ish; which is a good thing. Aaron needs me to make him a platter of food for his command tomorrow. The group of cops he works with decided they're having a small Christmas thing tomorrow and they are all bringing a platter of something. Aaron told them I'd make Thai noodles. Luckily it's not too difficult to make, I just have to make sure I have enough noodles. Now had he asked me to make something more complicated, we'd be in trouble. "We," because he would have to do the cooking while I hover over his shoulder, giving him directions. Not a pretty picture. Wish me luck.