Poor Marcus. My MVP got the boot from Survivor last night, and I have no one to blame but myself. My trash talk was his undoing, I'm sure, as well as my own.
Forgive me, Marcus.
And I'm still in second place. (Even if its by less than 100 points, which is chump change!)
So, my intentions are to silently contemplate my still very possible victory. All is not lost yet, but I will certainly be refraining from leaving threatening messages on Momma Donna's son's (my best friend Nick) voice mail.
Enjoy your solace...for now!