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It's beginning to look a lot like weight gain
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?


That was a great cake.

-----Original Message-----
From: xxxxxx
Sent: Friday, March 04, 2005 3:40 PM
To: Interactive Group
Subject: Mystery cake...

In the lounge...

No plates...

No cutlery...

From design...

So weird...

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