My side of the family is together again for Christmas this year. That usually means people puking. No kidding. It's a tradition. It started back about 13 or 14 years ago when we were all together at my parent's home - they were living in California at the time. Don't remember who started the party, but soon everyone was throwing up. My brother's family had to stay an extra day because half his family was down with the bug. Our family made it to the airport and onto the plane before the fun began. Barf bags are useful afterall - and not just as collector's items. Every time we've gotten together for Christmas since then has been the same story. Someone gets sick and then the rest join in.
This year everyone was sick a week or so before our gathering. Brother Jon stayed home from church with something yesterday, but he didn't lose his cookies. So there's still hope! Here's to good health and great times and broken family traditions.
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