Just when I made up my mind to start dieting, my boss walks in with these boxes…
The common food and treats area is strategically next to my desk. Happy face. Sad face.
I cannot keep track of all the days our office reeked of donuts and pizza. I should be happy I have very generous co-workers.
I shall now sign out and wait for the lengthy sermon my husband will be giving as soon as he reads this. Last night after his daily hand-measurement of my arms and thighs, in a defeated tone he declared,
”This body is hopeless.”
Hello, donuts, goodbye.