PROLOGUE: Here are seven random takes from my family's Christmas week vacation in sunny Flurida. (No, that isn't a typo.)
ONE: All four of us had the flu during our Florida vacation.
Tamiflu helped move things along, but it was still a rough trip. Yes, we all had flu shots a couple of months ago. By the way, the liquid Tamiflu prescribed to my kids was absolutely the worst tasting medicine in the history of the pharmaceutical industry. You can just imagine how fun it was trying to force it down our kids' throats while they were already miserable.
TWO: I received my flu diagnosis at a random urgent care facility on Christmas Eve morning in Florida. I feared the flu test a little bit because others have described it has the nurse shoving a stick so far up your nose that it stabs your brain. Luckily mine didn't hurt at all. The nurse left me alone with the little test card to wait the required 15 minutes. I stared at it anxiously like it was a pregnancy test. Eventually, the results became clear.
|Two lines means either pregnancy or the flu!|
THREE: With enough drugs we still managed to haul ourselves to Mass on Christmas morning. It would have been really sad to miss it. If you happen to have attended the 10 a.m. Mass at Our Lady of the Apostles Church in Royal Palm Beach, Florida, we were the four people with dazed looks on our faces sitting in the back pew away from everyone else.
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FOUR: During our trip, my two-year-old daughter got to meet Sabu for the first time. Sabu is an African Grey parrot who's been in our family since 1986 and currently lives with my brother. At first, my daughter thought he was a chicken. Sabu is probably about 50 years old. I suspect that despite his poor eating habits, he will outlive all of us. Here's a picture of Sabu eating a big piece of steak at Christmas dinner.
FIVE: Given our level of sickness, we spent lengthy amounts of time over the Christmas break sitting around doing nothing but trying to keep the kids entertained. The Christmas music channel was on my brother's TV for so long that we even started seeing the same typos over and over. I'm sure you're familiar with the old holiday favorite, "Santa Claus is Coing to Town."
SIX: We received a little love note from the TSA in one of our suitcases. I hope the guard had fun digging through our unmentionables.
SEVEN: One of the small joys of airline travel is getting to laugh at ugly luggage while waiting at the baggage claim. Of course, the uglier your suitcase is, the easier it is to find. Following our return flight, I didn't see anything particularly ugly. But I did appreciate this "NOT YOUR BAG!" luggage tag. I had to rush to snap a picture as the suitcase whizzed by me.
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