Oh god. I don’t think I need to explain. The title says it all. Of course, I have to leave Wednesday for a conference. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
* Barf Fest 2007 should not be confused with Vomit-arama 2006, when I got too drunk at a party and spewed red wine all over my poor husband. He was not amused. Said husband is much better about Barf Fest 2007 as I: (1) didn’t puke on him; (2) was not drunk and moaning on the floor; and (3) am probably collateral damage from his Mother’s own espisode on Saturday. Ewh.
Vomit-arama 2006 sounds like it was more fun.
Ugh. It was.
I am dying here. I have the worst headache (thanks to my 101 fever) and the f***ing neighbors are playing drums. Ouch.
Maybe it’s time you visited the neighbor and spread your germy goodness.