"Drats." "Drats? Oh, I see," my mother laughed. "I'm sorry." I tried to respond with a "thank you", but was interupted by another hiccup. Mama laughed even harder. I have been plagued by hiccups since before I was born. That means I have had them for just over 20 years, and I'm only 19! Not only that, but I get them about twice a week. It gets really annoying. I'm often tempted to complain, but then I get a thought. It's a funny thought I know, but a thought none the less. Jesus got hiccups. Maybe not as often as I do, but He got them, and He didn't complain. That thought usually puts a smile on my face, and a prayer in my heart. "Thank You Lord for taking upon Yourself my infirmities."