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Every Wednesday before Thanksgiving, we have this big party. We serve only pie and wine including Pizza Pie, Chicken Pot Pie, and a variety of pies. Over the years it's been bigger (60+) and smaller (20) but always enjoyable. This year was on the smaller side, which was perfect. We ate pie, laughed and got a chance to really talk to people.

We ditched the family this Thanksgiving. WHOOO HOOO!!

We are going to Party! We planned a night of dancing until dawn on Friday. The gorgeous Daniel Craig as James Bond was on the menu.

Until Wednesday night, after everyone left (Thank God), and I got the flu.

I didn't get out of bed for 3 days. I didn't eat for 3 days.


To put this in context, I haven't been sick since 2002. I think I sniffled once or twice in 2003. I was really tired in 2005, but after 5 years of working 80 hours a week who could blame me?

But sick? That's what other people do.

Fever? Please.

In bed sick? Not me.

My friends have laughed their asses off that I was sick. Literally, ?let me put the phone down while I laugh so hard there are tears streaming down my eyes? laughed that I was sick. HRM.

My ego is bruised. My weekend is gone.

On the upside, I lost 8 pounds.