This past Christmas, approximately the entire city of Toronto lost power.. Some for a few hours, others for multiple consecutive days, causing people to lose hundreds of dollars of food, and having to wear winter jackets indoors. We, unfortunately, were in the latter group, but thanks to a connection of Carolann's, were able to spend a few nights in the hotel where she works. Despite the slightly warmer atmosphere, we were all more than a little upset to be spending Christmas Eve in multiple separate locations. And, thanks to the cold we had been experiencing, I was sick, with a fairly bad cough. Carolann had to sleep with me. The night took a turn for the better when the cough syrup hit me at about 2 in the morning.
I rub my legs, and to my dismay, discover bumps (goosebumps, probably, since they disappeared as quickly as they appeared) and exclaim: "OH GaaaWD, I HAVE A RASH!"
Carolann lets out a few chuckles, but she's still frustrated that she's been kept up this long by my incessant coughing.
A few minutes pass, and in my half-asleep, half-doped stupor, I come up with a very interesting twist on a Learmonth Family Christmas Tradition. The tradition being fried mushrooms with breakfast.
I say, somewhat sleepily: "So, what if.. we got ONE shroom... just one. And we mixed it in with the fried mushrooms.. so one person gets really high and can't understand what's going on.. and the rest of us just get to laugh at the person who ate the shroom... probably mommy or daddy.. since they eat most of them... You know.. like Shroom Roulette.. liven up Christmas morning?"
At this point Carolann has accepted that she won't be sleeping and proceeds to mock me for hours about how I wanted to drug the family on Christmas, all the while laughing at me with no remorse whatsoever.
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