The Sarge kept referring to the store as "Icky Ugh", but I didn't, cuz I'm a Christian.

We're kinda interested in buying a sectional for the living room. We came across a huge circular couch/mattress thing I liked, that would be ideal when having friends over to watch a movie. Plus, we could play spin the bottom on it. It's always best to look for products that can serve multiple functions, as my grandma would say. I tried to find a photo of it on Ikea's site, but I can't find it. It was probably set out just for that one day, cuz they knew their audience.

We pushed our cart through the store picking up unnecessary baskets, kitchen utensils and all things pressed wood. As I dumped a number of candles (only $2.99 each!) into the cart and pushed it further into the store, Rob looks down and says, "OMG, this isn't our cart!" Lovely. So like any thoughtful Christian samaritans, we grabbed our shit and ran.

When I got back to DC, I made my triumphant return to the gym after eating that whole blue cake. I'm being proactive with a firm gym schedule and getting back on the Body/Eating for Life dietary plan. I'm serious about this. So I busted my ass at the gym lifting weights and riding the elliptical machine. I felt great and accomplished when I finished.

When I got home, I made a carrot cake.

I'm not sure what's wrong with me! Maybe I'm ovulating. Or maybe it's all the Kegel exercises I'm secretly doing at client meetings. Whatever it is, my baking hormones are at Code Red status.

And I have to say, it was the best cake I've ever made! Though, I've only made three.

I used a full bag of baby carrots. I put them in a blender to shred them. Apparently a couple of them didn't get shredded cuz I did come across a full size tender carrot in a piece, which was rather off-putting.

But it was oh-so-moist. Seriously, you would have been impressed. I should totally open my own bakery around here. God knows we need something to compete with that unsavory Cake Love. Plus, mine would also sell poppers.

As I was enjoying a piece of my moist, scrumptious, heavenly carrot cake, I read that Jake Dakota cheated on me with another --- are you ready? -- blogger. The horror! I nearly choked on a pecan.

Jake, you had me at "harder!" It was special. How could you do this to me? I make cakes!