This is getting ridiculous.

On our first anniversary, Kathy & I took a trip to Jamaica. We both got really sick, and had a miserable journey back home.

Then last year for our second anniversary, we stayed home in Philly. We had snow (in mid April), an overturned car in front of our house, and I again got sick from something I ate.

Our third anniversary is coming up in a few days. So far this week, I've had a sore throat (so bad that I would wake up out of a sound sleep just trying to swallow), a cough that's keeping me up all night & giving me muscle strains from the contortions, and just last night I added pinkeye to the mix.

Either I've got some bizarre curse, or I just happened to spend a whole afternoon with a toddler last weekend, and picked up every possible affliction that's going around at his daycare group.