I've just crawled from the bowels of my own personal bout with Noon to Midnight Puke and Shit Marathon. I almost met my maker, y'all! I believe the Universe reads my blog and when I posted about the horrors of dealing with Aidan and Asher's respective rounds with this plague, it decided Oh, you think that was bad? Here ya go. Try not to die, bitch!
Now according to design thus far - Aidan had it last Sunday, Asher on Tuesday, me on Thursday - it's the Mr's turn today. Since he all but donned a haz-mat suit in my vicinity, I bet he doesn't get it. I'm sending him to run errands before noon just in case though.