If you’re new to the blog, this is a segment I do without any regularity. Much like my bowels. At work, my husband and I communicate over IM and he likes to draw random pictures with the IM draw tool. These pictures make me laugh. I post them.
The company we work for gets cake once a month for all the employees to celebrate the birthdays of the month. Every month, I try to NOT walk by the kitchen so I’m not tempted to take a piece.
Let’s face it. I eat crap everyday and the last thing I need is an extra piece of cake every month.
Our IM conversation went like this:
Hubs: There’s cake in the kitchen.
Me: I know, I was just there. It was staring me down!
That’s a piece of cake staring me down.
Really, what I’d like to point out here is that the cake is floating and in a noticeably bad mood and I have an arm growing out of my chest. At least he got the thumbs right.
Does your work have cake day? (My work has cake day, bagel Friday, ice cream socials, raffles for sweets, random pancake breakfasts, and yearly BBQs. A lot employees gain the “freshman 15” except they aren’t freshman and it’s probably more than 15.)