It rained on my wedding day. Okay, it rained on my wedding reception day. I cannot begin to tell you how many people told us that it means good fortune. I am sure it does. Still, it rained on my wedding day.
It has not rained on that day, in that town, in over ten years. It did not rain the day before. It did rain a little the day after. But argh. really?
And, like the rain, my cold was nice enough to wait until after (or maybe sometime during) the wedding. A few hours after, it came and hit me full force.
So, that is where I have been. Sometimes, sharing is caring. Unless, you have a cold and you share that cold with others. That is not really caring. That is just plain mean. Keep your cold to yourself. Now chicken pox, that is a different story all together.
But I stray.
Or do I?
What was I talking about?