In Which I Cook, And SOMEthing Inside Me Is Not Right

I made a resolution Sunday night to make dinner every night this week, Monday - Thursday (Friday is the River to River Festival.) This was great, but I only know how to make two dinner-type things: meatloaf and baked chicken. Monday was meatloaf, last night was chicken. And then I was stuck.

I have to expand my repertoire.

I puked twice today.

I was sitting at my desk, typing away, and whammo! my stomach flipped over out of the blue. It's not morning sickness if it starts at 11:45, right? Because we only JUST got a filing cabinet, and that's only one very small step to being responsible adults, and we certain can't...


I'm just going to blame my cooking.