Dear reader: I beg you to tell me what you had for supper last night.

I was scheduled to the teeth this weekend and very little cooking went on. (Though I did manage to get certified in CPR and drink beer in a bar with the baby.)

Friday was Buddha Pie. Saturday was a 3 p.m. clubhouse at Axis. Tonight I fell into a pile, so Wayne made pasta, a creamy, no-recipe crazy-ass Wayne pasta with shrimp, white wine, butter, mushrooms and pepperoncini that was out of this world.

The house was too disastrous to find my camera to take a shot. My eyes are so done with the day, they’re bleeding. The laundry is Mt. Etna.

So: You?