Dear Co-workers who are trying to fatten me up: The following foods have been within feet of my desk over the past week. Hershey's kisses. Fudge. Gingerbread men with icing. Deceptively healthy-seeming oatmeal cookies. Shortbread with green sprinkles. Toffifay. Pot of Gold.
And yes, Michelle, I am looking at you. Sure you are a delightful person to work with, but don't think I suspect your true motives: to fatten me up and serve me as a Christmas turkey.
We are all obsessed with sweets.
Then I get this message from Kat - an email from last year that she dug up and forwarded to me. It is a bout a cake that simply *appeared* in our lounge as a gift:
Remember this?
*sigh*
That was a great cake.
-----Original Message----- From: xxxxxx Sent: Friday, March 04, 2005 3:40 PM To: Interactive Group Subject: Mystery cake...
