So, yesterday was the first day of my vacation. I took most of this week off to get ready for Christmas, bake up a storm, clean my house and relax from a workload that was in danger of driving me loony.

And what’s the first thing that happens on my vacation?

The heathens wake up, promptly run fever and require the 2 hour trip to the pediatrician’s office. Two positive flu tests later, and my vacation gets even better.

Yippie-bleeping-skippy.

Thank goodness we refilled the kegerator yesterday.