Blasted Cookies
11 07 2007There is a box of cookies less than 30 feet away from me in the break room right now. Adorably-shaped, frosted sugar cookies decorated like soccer balls and jerseys and goals. They are disappearing quickly, but I can’t help but feel left out of the joyous gastronomic soccer celebration. Why? Argh!!
Sorry, just thought I would write out my frustrations rather than join everyone else and eat. This is why I hate days when I am stuck in the office! Get me out of here.






Breakroom snacks = torture.
They are always the death of me!