December 11, 2015

Tri-Color Lament

The only thing I miss about working in an office this time of year is access to one of these bad boys:
At my last job I sat dangerously close to the break room (like 2 feet), so I had my choice of any holiday fatness my heart desired.  Now if I want a special treat I have to actually walk my 8+ month pregnant behind into the store and buy it.  It's all just too clich√© and sad to do.  So I mostly don't.  Which is good.
And it's also so hard to justify buying 5 pounds of popcorn for yourself, no matter the time of year.
But it doesn't mean I can't still dream of taking a little hand bath in a caramel, cheddar, original menage trois.  Can I get an AMEN!?
And Happy Holidays!

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