Turkey Day. Some got the wing, some got the thigh. I got the butt.

Well, I must say, Turkey Day was, well....it stunk. It started by waking up with a funky throat. I thought maybe it might just be frrom the dry air conditioning. So i went out into Cozumel(we were ported that day), and went into the 105,000% humid air. Yep. That helped alot.

I did get to go to one of my new fave places to eat, called Cocina Economica. And to all my LA friends--if you think you get real guacamole there, you can bow down and kiss my short little tucus(That's "butt" to all who are not familiar...)! You order guac and chips, and 5 minutes later, they bring out fresh-made on the spot guac with yummy chips. Dee-lish!

So then I check email, and get crappy news. That didn't help. Then some plans with people fell through because they all flaked out. So 3 for 3.

By 2pm, I was back on the ship, in my PJs, in bed, the rest of my day in Cozumel numbered, and feeling miserable emotionally and physicallly. Sorry folks, this post doesn't seem to be for the happy-minded I guess....Though I am feeling better today, after Cepacol throat losenges and TheraFlu-a-plenty.

But hey--on the bright side, I got to have guacamole and palm trees on Thanksgiving. So much for turkey!