Oh, My Nose!

I'm thinking of you all so fervently just now. Are your ears burning or something?

I'm late for lunch AND I missed my morning snack. Defcon level is rapidly rising.

I came to the corporate overlords' kitchen to heat up my lunch: green beans, Brussels sprouts, homemade pulled pork, 1/2 an apple... and there was a cart holding three serving platters: dozens (DOZENS!) of snickerdoodles, chocolate chip cookies, and brownies. WARM. FROM. THE. OVEN. The whole place smells like butter and cinnamon.

Before I could stop myself, I blurted, "What the hell is that?!"

"January birthdays," was the response. (I wonder if the May treats will be dino-chow friends in honor of MY birthday.)

Anyway... thank you, dear readers, for helping me in absentia. Knowing I'd have to tell all of you if I mindlessly snarfed a cookie kept me from doing it. I'm staying right here in the kitchen and eating my dino-chow, wishing for just a few minutes that my nose didn't work.

And now, just 'cause I like it, Marsha Brady in "Oh, my nose!"