Instead of bringing back t-shirts or art or pottery from Ruidoso, Alan and I brought back sore throats (thanks, Bailey and Marlee). So since neither one of us can afford to be sick right now, we're breaking down and doing the unthinkable - going to the doctor tomorrow. I don't do doctors, which doesn't mean I don't have sex with them because OF COURSE I do that, I just don't like to go when I'm sick. I feel so stupid going to the doctor for a cold. But what if it turns into something else and then it's two weeks later and I'm feeling worse, blah, blah, blah. So...we're going.