What the crap, Jacque? Really? HoHos? There’s a Subway literally 30 feet out your front door, yet you wander to your office vending machine and plunk out 70 cents for partially hydrogenated oil? Mmm. Trans fat. I really am throwing all caution to the wind in the face of turning 30! Tomorrow: An entire pound of bacon.
If it helps with the almost-30 angst, the long-awaited Happy Hour decor is winging its way towards your office, so don’t set the bomb squad on it
TW
You’re not at all old. But that reminds me of the grandpa on grumpy old men talking about his diet. A pound of bacon for breakfast, a bacon sandwich for lunch, “and I usually drink my dinner.”
I feel like I should be allowed to drink my dinner tomorrow. That’s not too much to ask.
Happy Birthday, dear. Do you think your wish for a liquid birthday dinner will come true?
TW
YES!!!!!!