My boss likes to bring in leftovers from home. At Christmas, she brings us big baskets of baked goods. Her intentions are the best, but her baking is not. I don’t know if the ingredients are cheap or old or the baked goods themselves are stale, but mostly it’s terrible. The rest of us joke about it. My coworker to the north told me last year that on the way home from our office Christmas party she sorted out her goodie basket by taking bites of stuff and tossing it out the window if it tasted bad. That image just makes me laugh whenever I think of it. The office manager and I have a system of getting rid of stuff, too. We throw away a bit at a time. We will have to employ our system toot sweet as my boss brought in some nasty chocolate chip cookies yesterday.

So, today I was out and about on my lunch hour and decided that I could not face the burrito I brought for lunch and I gave myself permission to get coffee and cookies from Sheetz to eat for lunch. Yeah, so the cookies I got 3/$1.00 at Sheetz were really good. I have only eaten 1 and 23/29ths cookies, but they are really good.

Before Sheetz, I went to Old Navy as I had gotten a survey thing last month that if I called and completed, I could get $5.00 off a purchase of $20. I decided to get another pair of cargo pants (in olive green this time) as they are really soft and comfy and my ass looks good in them (my mom and stepdad agreed) and they were on sale for $12.50 so I got a shirt, too. So when the cute little Old Navy sales guy (oh yeah) rang me up—I got another survey thing that would get me another $5 off a purchase of $20. That’s how they hook you, Old Navy bastards! I wish I had that luck with the Powerball, but I think if I would win the jackpot now, I would be satisfied. I wouldn’t need to play anymore. I never understand those stories where the big lottery winners win again—why the hell were they playing? Give someone else a chance.

Okay, that’s enough of me today.

Love to all.