My boss is trying to kil me.
Or, at the very least fatten me up.
Today’s case in point:
I love that she thinks of us, that she brings us food.
I love that she remembers that the café’ is closed all this week (sending someone who shall remain nameless into a mild panic at the thought of actually having to plan ahead and go grocery shopping.)
This is a chocolate muffin of death.
And I did actually plan ahead this week. I brought in this:
A bag of food.
Microwavable popcorn, granola bars, instant oatmeal, crackers, heat’n’eat pasta….
So, I’ll be fine.
But definitely looking forward to next week when Luiz and his amazing breakfast burritos will be back.
Wow, I write about food an awful lot.