I'm trying to think positively tonight.
If I'm sick now, I should feel better by Christmas.
At least I was wise enough to forgo the glass ornaments this year so nothing was broken when the Christmas tree fell down tonight. . . twice.
Eleven degrees below zero is much warmer than twenty-eight degrees below zero.
Having a sore throat keeps me from eating so many sugar cookies.
My kids can always make me smile. (Matthew: "Mom, my stomach hurts. I think I have an affection.")
Nothing is cuter than a three-year-old making a snow angel.