On Christmas Day, Diane and I were trying to make plans to spend a day with my parents down in Cape May. We chose Friday, but by Friday morning, I was already fighting the Man Flu.

I certainly didn't want to get anyone else sick, so I called my Mom and said I wasn't sure if she wanted to be in the same car with me. Both she and my Dad said they didn't care and said we should get together anyway.

Sure enough as I have already mentioned to you, I got the man flu pretty bad. I was on the couch for days. Diane asked me if I thought we were doing anything for New Year's Eve and all I said was " I bon't dink so", so we stayed home. I could see the disappointment in her eyes, but you can't beat the Man Flu.

During New Year's Eve day I called my parents and noticed that my Mom was coughing. She caught my Man Flu. I felt so bad. Now their New Year's Eve was ruined as well.

When the clock struck midnight, I barely lifted my sick head from the couch and blew a weak kiss to my wife, the woman who has tended to my every Man Flu need all week long and has been stuck in the house with me. But after all, I had the Man Flu.

Then my phone rang. It was my Mom. How cute I thought, that she probably struggled to stay awake just to wish me Happy New Year. After all, she was fighting the very same Man Flu I had. I answered the phone and all I heard was the sound of New Year's partying. "Lower the TV Mom" I uttered, mustering what little energy the Man Flu hadn't sapped from me. "What TV?" she said. "we're out!"

I looked over at Diane to see if she was paying attention and she was. So maybe it's time to admit it. The girls handled the Man Flu a lot better than I did. Thanks Mom. Show off!