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Thanksgiving is over.

And to mark the passing of the holiday, DrummerWife and I are both recovering from two of the most destructive colds, ever.

I contend that we got these demon-colds by standing in the cold, freezing, windy rain Thanksgiving morning as we held onto the ropes attached to Hello Kitty's giant balloon avatar. Thankfully, these colds really only blasted us Saturday night and all day Sunday. Today, I'm back at work, and it seems that the cold has moved into my chest, so at least I don't feel like someone stuffed my head with cotton balls anymore. It's a step in the right direction.

Also, we're on for the December 9th move. That means DrummerWife is going to be packing while she's at home this week (with DrummerMother and DrummerMother-in-Law assisting).

Weeeeeee.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I think I saw you on TV with the balloon. I taped it and I kept rewinding and pausing. Were you on the left hand side near the back? Can't wait til you guys move back let me know if you need help moving.

Sara
Anonymous said…
Both of you and Aaron were in my thoughts alot over the past 5 days. I loved the Eagles and turkey balloons for Aaron. I'll be waiting on this end to help you unpack and get settled.

Love,
Roxie
Anonymous said…
Dear Drummer and DrummerWife,

I'm afraid you can't blame your cold on Hello Kitty. I'm the last healthy one in our house. I've already informed DummerDad and DrummerBrother (in-law) that they are to sleep in the garage until they are completely recovered. I visited Drummer Sister (in-law) today and she too has a terrible cold. I know! Let's blame DrummerCousin (Carlin).

Incidentally, you guys pulled off Thanksgiving great. I know being crammed in a houseful of relatives (18+/-) for several days isn't easy to begin with, but I'm proud of both of you. I hope it wasn't for our benefit and that you really enjoyed yourselves.

See you tomorrow with shrink-wrap in hand.

Love,
DrummerMom

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