…that I had a no-hitter Christmas Eve Day. This is special because A.) we ate like crap and B.) that’s the exact day of my Diaversary. Nothing could be more celebratory that a 24-hour period of excellent BGs, helped in large part by all my cool, fancy-pants technology that I didn’t have 21 years ago when I was diagnosed. Merry Christmas to me! Too bad I didn’t keep it up on Christmas Day, once our traditional cinnamon rolls came out, it was all over. Oh well, take what you can get! And yes, our bedspread has sheep in Christmas scarves on it – I’m not embarrassed to admit that.