Well, I’m not sure it’s really a good deed if it’s self-serving, but still. Yesterday was my coworker D’s birthday. We all went out to lunch (ugh) but didn’t get a cake. Last night I was thinking, hmmm, it will be her last birthday with a cake (she’s having a gastric bypass at the end of the month) so I found a yummy recipe. The dessert had a cream cheese filling and of course I licked the beaters … cream cheese and sugar is tres delish. I also had a wee bit of the dessert when it was done.

About midnight I woke up with stomach cramps … and it was all downhill from there. This morning I still felt like — no pun intended — crap so I decided to stay home. I was either in the bathroom or in bed until about 2 p.m. The stomach issues have stopped but I still feel icky. Blech.

I picked up my apartment a little tonight but I’m not sure if MM is coming over tomorrow — this is the week for some sort of implementation — so I’m not going to bust my ass. ‘Cause that’s how I roll. But if he does come over — or even if he doesn’t — I’ll be making lasagna. Yum yum yum. I PPH lasagna.