Robb and I observe an occasional Holiday Tradition, where one of us gets stupidly sick. And oh boy! My present (pictured to the left) came early this year!
I am the lucky recipient of Hepatitis A, the cause of my nausea.
This rather rare virus is transmitted through the most disgusting circumstances, and I will be getting a phone call from the local board of health to discuss all the restaurants I have frequented recently.
I am also going to have a totally unpleasant chat with my co-workers because of the revolting present that someone left for me to clean up last Friday. I was probably already sick when I dealt with this, but clearly, a person who does this sort of thing is unlikely to be a scrupulous hand washer.
And no, I am not making any of this up.