Why is everybody so sick?

My house is currently under quarantine with the dreaded "rhino virus," but no one believes me when I say it's just the common cold.

Fortunately, I've yet to catch it.

Mom and sis were diagnosed yesterday, and when I got home from work, there was a medical mask on the ground by the door. Originally, it had hung from the door knob and had been intended for me to wear. Walking onto the scene, however, I figured I was living with people with some deadly virus. Bubonic plague, or swine flu.

Kidding, of course. I've unfortunately been to the doctor's office quite a bit in the past few months, and I know that even if you suspect you are coming down with something, they will make you wear a mask. Great fun.

Well, my mother had grabbed one for ME to wear around the house--double standard, I think? They get sick, so I have to look like a weirdo? While they go around breathing and infecting the rest of the house? Eh, no thanks. I refused it, and they, ever so generously decided to wear theirs instead.

But, really. Why is everybody getting sick? (Besides the obvious answer of "germs".) Next weekend is my cousin's Christmas party. I'm flying solo if my mom and sister don't get better, and even if I go by myself, some family members have decided to go out and get the pig flu. They were all, "Oh, so and so is coming, let's go get sick so we can conveniently not see her because she banished us from Maine for 5 years...." Long story. Totally false from the word "some" on.

In other news, I'm running out of interesting things to write about.