The dreaded Noro

Well, as much as I wanted to have a lovely weekend enjoying all the snow we've had (almost 10 inches, yippee!!!), things just didn't work out for me that way. I came down Friday night with the dreaded noro virus. It started in my stomach, as I complained to Brad after our homemade Mexican dinner that my stomach hurt. Normally I'd chalk that off as a wicked food baby, but this was a different kind of hurt. Little did I know, I would spend the next 12 hours cursing the porcelain gods and writhing in agony. The only redeeming factor now being that I'm down 8 lbs and have a little less love for my favorite food. Why is it, that this time of year brings on these awful illnesses? I don't know where I picked this thing up (could it have been the dreaded office potluck??) but I tell you what, stay FAR away from me. I refuse to pass this thing around and ruin anyone else's Christmas!