How About A Quickie?

No, it's not Rudolph the red-nosed-reindeer; it's Kim! (this makes sense later in the post. Call it foreshadowing.)

Christmas was nice; we got to see lots of fun family (including cousins we hardly ever get to see... and corrupt.... mwah hahhahahahaha!) Andrew made a hit with one young cousin by being a big coffee geek. Said cousin's mom looked on worriedly, but I don't think she has much to worry about. :)

We're headed up AGAIN to Shreveport (we just got back Thursday night!) since Andrew is in the last few phases of deployment prep. Sucks. I hate the drive. I wish we could teleport or something.

Especially cause as of two days ago, I have the snotty-nosed* head cold from Hell. And, being as how I can't take any "dry up the mucous" medicine thanks to the bundles of joy, I have to suffer. Poor me. It's not that bad, just mostly what one calls "Hay Fever" and usually loads up on Dayquill for. But still. If only snot was an alternative fuel source, I could power a large city for days.

And on that note, I will leave you all with happy visions of me.


*Don't kiss your honey when your nose is runny, you may think it's funny but it'snot. (Say outloud, laugh uproariously, and duck when people throw things [preferably soft tissues] at you.) Hee hee hee. :)