Update. I spoke too soon. I brung it upon myself.
I cackled to Best Friend today about how the PBR went relatively incident-free. I mean, the few things that did happen were so minor, they weren't even worth mentioning, much less worthy of a Losers' Club Story.
Then, last night, Dad got sick.
Then this morning, Kalesy got sick.
This evening, Mom got sick.
I've consumed more Odwalla Super C Monster than can possibly be healthy. I've had lots of homeopathic stuff. I've sucked down lots of echinacea. I still hurt, ache, hotcold, and throb.
So much for that date.