Vacation! Its good for you! (sort of) or, How I got the swedish plague.

So to round of a wonderful summer I went to the medival week in Visby with Hubby and the GF.
I'll admit I was a little nervous about it, worrying about feeling left out and lonely, but it all worked out swell!
Spent the week faffing about in costumes, going to market, watching epic battles being reenacted, eating good food and drooling over Landsknecht costumes. (I AM SO MAKING ONE OF THOSE FOR NEXT YEAR!)
Came home with my suitcase stuffed to bursting with swag and a nasty case of the swedish plague.
Coughing and fever and snooooot.
So much snot.
I mean REALLY.
Its epic.
Rivers of the stuff.
TMI?
GTFO.

In other news, now that I've stopped posting grief-porn ever other day, my readership seems to have gone *poof* again.
Oh well, I'd rather be happy than have good statistics.