...38 Years of Barf-Free Living!

...what a wonderful life. The last time I puked was February 21, 1971. It was miserable, and I made a promise to God that I would be the best person I could possibly be, in exchange for never puking again as long as I live. I don't know if I've just been blessed with incredibly good luck, or if my prayers were actually answered. Every time February 21st passes without me puking, I fix a complete Thanksgiving dinner the next day to give thanks for my good fortune! So, for the 37th time, we celebrated! It is a very meaningful holiday for me, and for all of my family and friends who want to come share the joy and the food. It is scary--I don't want to tempt fate by buying or fixing the food in advance, so February 22nd is incredibly busy. For a few days beforehand, I try to pretend that it's just going to be an ordinary day, to throw bad luck off my trail.