Tuesday, December 22, 2009
three more sleeps
I ate chocolate for breakfast. That's what we do at Christmas, we get chocolates and candies and cookies as gifts and there they are on the desk. It's brutal, brutal, I tell ya! I don't know how they expect me to get any work done when I'm bouncing off the walls all morning and then nodding off at my desk right after that. It's sadistic. One of the PO's gave us a box of oranges (she explained for those who don't eat chocolate) and I said, Oh, I don't think there are any of THOSE here. We gave the oranges to the men. Really, we're saving them from a life of chocolate-indused debaucharie. We're very thoughtful, don't you think?