Thursday, January 1, 2009

Happy 2009!

"I have never been kissed at the onset of the new year," I remarked as my family played Turbo Scrabble while watching the non-live Ball Drop in Times Square. 

Brad turned to me with loving eyes that finally rested on the leprosy-like-lesion covering half my lip. He shook his head kindly and said, "I don't think this is your year, honey."

Cold Sores. They are the devil.


  1. I can totally picture Brad perfectly doing that. So mean, yet hilarious. I am sorry that you have to join the "Cold Sore" club. It's a horrible club. And Kelly has yet to join but I'm working on it just he can know how terrible they are... great... I'm going to get one now just because I talked about it.