I am not sure you know how much I love cookies.
Let me tell you. It is A LOT.
So I work upstairs now, but the sales floor is down stairs. I run up the two flights of stairs a billion times a day. We all make jokes about them, and sometimes Bob wheezes dramatically when he comes up. Well on Monday I made a comment (like I usually do) that if I would stop eating cookies these stairs would be doing wonders for me.
Today I was in the sales office and suggested that Bob should bring me back cookies. Paula shouted NO! You just said you shouldn't be eating cookies. (Let me get this clear, do you really know many people who SHOULD be eating cookies?)
I was put in my place. No cookies for me.
Oh last night I was at Arby's with Leslie. Let me put in a shameless plug for their roast chicken ranch sandwich. It is about $3 worth of wonderfulness... and I digress. So I had just gotten some amazing news from a friend. I thought we should celebrate. I tried to order a strawberry shake. The 40 year old cashier/manager told me he had just run out of strawberry mix. I looked him straight in the eye, and put my hand on the counter and asked, "You knew I was supposed to be on a diet didn't you?!" In kind of an accusatory, but funny tone. I terrified the poor man. I stopped him right in his track. He didn't know what to say and Leslie just laughed. Some times she refuses to take me public.