On Sunday, after a wonderful dinner prepared by Deb�corn on the cob, kale, asparagus, squash, and pork chops�I started to feel a bit quesy.

Jake and Deb were next door in the hot tub, and I was on the couch napping with Sara, who was trying to get a little sleep before her shift.

I got up, rushed to the bathroom, and lost all of my dinner. Wow. Of all the dinners to see twice, I probably wouldn't have picked that one.

I proceeded to have about 12 hours of extreme purging of bodily fluids through every orifice but my ears (yes, I started my period, too), and more dinner, which my body apparently held a handful of in reserve just so I could enjoy that experience twice.

I stayed home from work on Monday and mostly tried to keep drinking fluids and hold as still as possible so that the headache would not split my head open.

I'm feeling much better today, so I think it was food poisoning. The culprit would be either Burker King or the egg sandwich I had for breakfast, not Deb's dinner.

Note for posterity: corn does not pass easily through the sinuses. Though you could probably figure that out on your own.

Sara had a very rough Sunday morning working a horrible scene all night. She seems to be doing as well as she can, but I haven't spoken to her since just before she had to leave for her shift Sunday night.

Jake's parents are joining us for Christmas dinner. This is a very big deal because all Jake has wanted for Christmas for several years is for her dad to come visit and see their house. Merry Christmas, Jake.

And speaking of Jake, she did the shopping for Christmas dinner for us yesterday ... on the scooter. How cool is that? A big backpack full of eats and a turkey strapped down on the bitch pad and more in the trunk under the seat. She needs to submit that story to the Honda Reflex owners list.

Thanks, Jake, for picking up dinner!