well, almost down. now M feels like shit but he's not throwing up... yet.
this is an interesting development since we all know that sunday his main event. how does a superstar call in sick? we'll see what happens.
so now i am the last (wo)man standing.
i celebrated this fact by spending my day frantically cleaning house, washing laundry and doing any other household chore i could think of just in case the pukies come my way.
then i went next door and wasted away the rest of my afternoon watching E almost drown and drinking margaritas at my neighbor's graduation/pool party.
alcohol kills germs, right? ha.