Remember this post where I concisely expressed my feelings towards what ever tourist coughed their plague on me? Well, here's the parting gift from said plague. I was finally feeling better by Thursday and did all that running around with the kids, capping it off with the midnight movie with Eldest when THAT happened. I have a giant canker sore that sprouted overnight! I look like I got into a fist fight, or at least like I got stung by a bee. It's icky. I can't talk right, can't eat what I want(acidic food are a BIG nono.), and I can't kiss my hubby. It. Sucks.