Pampered Chef parties could become dangerously addictive.

I made almost twice as much from mine as I was expecting. Which means I got the host gift that I'd been regretfully assuming I wouldn't get. And a bigger percentage discount, and more "free stuff" points... I spent a fair bit of time last night juggling numbers on my spreadsheet.

And on top of all the goodies, it was fun, and the food was just lovely. I amused myself by watching my brother roll his eyes expressively through the whole spiel. Not that I don't generally feel exactly the same way, but it was funny to watch him anyway.

I set some food aside for Kris, since she was the inspiration for my having the show in the first place, but she couldn't make it. I figure I'll drive over to visit her during lunch. It's not like I don't know where she'll be!

After the party, K.T. picked up Jess from her mother-in-law's and came back to sit around and chat for a bit. That was nice, too. We don't see them nearly often enough, and it was good to just sit and chat.

Jennie, who hasn't seen me since last spring, goggled almost cartoonishly at my weight loss. It felt good, because I haven't lost any weight to speak of for the last four or five months, so it's been a while since I inspired that reaction.

And K.T. said, "Is that the Mary Kay lipstick you're wearing? It looks really good on you."

...I wasn't wearing any lipstick. In fact, I was pretty sure the basic lip gloss/chapstick I'd put on an hour earlier had worn off, too. Nice to know my natural skin tone agrees with me, heh! But I took it as a compliment.

I feel pretty... / Oh so pretty...

(And perhaps just the slightest bit silly.)

Penny woke up at 5:00 this morning, and consented to being put back to bed for all of about twenty minutes.

Matt groaned as he rolled out of bed. "I was dreaming that I was bribing someone to let me sleep just a little bit longer," he whimpered.

I couldn't go back to sleep after they got up, but I managed to doze a bit. About five minutes before the alarm went off, I felt rather suddenly nauseous.

It's this weird position I'm lying in, I thought. I'll feel better once I've gotten up and moved around a bit.

But I didn't. I've still got a sort of low-grade queasy going. I thought about staying home, but I have way too much work to do. I promised Matt that if I actually threw up, I'd go home, but it doesn't have that feel to it. It just feels like I'm going to be low-grade queasy for half the day.

Which leads me to believe that Penny had a bit of a bug on Saturday (she threw up three times in the space of an hour, and then had no appetite until almost dinnertime, so although it kept Matt and I on eggshells for most of the day, it was actually pretty minor) and that I've picked it up.

Which leads me to hope that, like Penny's, this will be pretty much gone by mid-afternoon.

--Liz