I hope you all had a wonderful holiday full of presents and family, or church services, or a movie and Chinese food. I, however, spent my holiday with a cold. And not a nice one with a couple sneezes here or there, but a full-on cold complete with body aches, a sore throat, an occasional sneeze, itchy eyes, and a stuffy nose. Because of this unfortunate turn of events, I was stuck with a very difficult choice at Christmas dinner – cold/flu meds or wine?
This was like having to pick one child over the other, if I had children.
So I did what any good parent would do – I picked my favorite.
The after dinner activity for the family was Wii American Idol Karaoke, so I think I chose wisely. What I did not choose wisely, however, was the song to sing.
I mean, to be fair, I didn’t pick the song. My aunt did. And I looked at the song and thought, “oh hey, that’s in my key. And I know the words. I can totally sing this with her.”
The song? “Who Knew” by P!nk.
It hit me about mid-chorus, a minute or two in, what exactly I was singing.
I kept going, kept pushing through. My aunt had no idea when she picked the song.
Okay, I didn’t cry, thank goodness, but the tears barely stayed in their little ducts before we got to the end of the song.
I’ve been a borderline wreck, emotionally speaking, ever since. I don’t know whether to blame the poor song choice or the invisible vice around my body made only slightly more bearable with store-brand DayQuil.
I'm blaming the cold meds.