I get a little absent minded around lunchtime. Some brilliant mind put the fridge and the microwave in completely separate rooms.
The whole retrieval and assembly process takes about 6 minutes, but I manage to weave across the office no fewer than 4 times.
Today someone asked me if I scatter my food so that I will get some exercise.
Is she calling me fat?*
[Cue dream sequence: I enter in leotard and leggings circa 1981 and run laps around her desk, getting faster and faster until I leave a hole in the carpet.]
Tomorrow I will ask her if she keeps her food in one place to conserve energy.
*Just kidding, only my mom and my boyfriend do that.**
**Kidding again, my whole family does that.***
***Kidding. Enough.
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