Pity Party

It's Christmas Eve and I am sick as a dog and home by myself. My boy left yesterday morning for Houston and I was supposed to join him there today but apparently I have either a monster case of food poisoning or the tummy flu. I am feeling incredibly sorry for myself and having a big time pity party.

I spoke with my boy this morning and he was going to come home and take care of me but there is no reason that both of us should miss Christmas and he would just be watching me sleep anyway so I told him to stay. My little brother is at my mother's house and I didn't want to take the chance of making my niece sick so I'm here alone, on the couch, feeling like someone has run over me with a mack truck.

Christmas sucks!