• Ramblings

    Good Things Just Keep Comin’ Our Way

    Friday afternoon, December 23rd, Brian commented that he had “just a tickle annoyance” in his throat. I probably repeated, “Are you sure you’re not feeling sick?” two dozen times, worrying that yet again we would be ill over our vacation. No, he wasn’t getting sick, he assured me repeatedly. Saturday morning, December 24th, I rolled over, smiling, ready to announce that there was just one more day until my sister and her family would open the huge box full of glitter and presents we sent, but before I could get beyond my smile, he said, “I think I might be getting sick.” Do you ever want to face-palm another person or is that just me? So, of course, I got sick the day after Christmas. We had prepared the best meal in years, grilled beef tenderloin with salt and pepper, glazed carrots, sage stuffing, garlic mashed potatoes, bacon-wrapped jalapeno poppers, brie stuffed mushrooms, and pecan pie. It was the best meal in years because it was just a couple weeks before Christmas when we finally decided to buy an oven thermometer and realized the reason everything had been burning was because our oven was ONE HUNDRED DEGREES HOTTER! than whatever we set it…