Now I am officially sick of peppermint. No, really, the evening following my last post, Adrian decided to keep us up most of the night, insisting on sleeping in our bed. He was miserably ill with a bad cold. The next morning I woke from what little sleep I had with a fiery sore throat and was sick over the Christmas weekend--and through my birthday, which was Monday. I honestly have not been able to stomach the thought of peppermint. A little ironic, isn't it?