No Christmas for the wicked.

Well, I almost completely missed Christmas.  The oldest daughter and I were attacked by a vile stomach bug.  Ick.  I was upright long enough on Christmas morning to see some of the gifts opened and very thankfully Violet was in love with Bouncin Babbles from the first moment she saw her.  Fickle, thy name is Violet.

I was uninvited to a gathering with friends this morning (damn germaphobes), but thanks to the wild snows of North Carolina, I haven't missed Christmas with the extended family (as long as no one else falls victim to this stuff). 

That's all for now, still need my rest.