So, I innocently show up for work on Monday morning. Humming a lovely (in my opinion) tune and feeling pretty good about the hair day ahead, I walk up the stairs. Only to find a GIANT jar of chocolate candy (Hershey's nuggets, no less) on my desk. NOW, for those of you who don't know, I share my job with a lovely young woman whom we will call Jess. Jess is a stick. Jess works out every day and has the metabolism of a 14 yr old. Jess has will-power when faced with chocolate. Jess apparently has NO regard for poor little chubby me whose will power only kicks in when all traces of the chocolate are gone. :( So, I've been workin on that candy. AND, it's almost gone, I am happy and sad to say. Happy because soon, I will not have any more to eat. :) Sad because it just means I ate it all. :(
And, to add insult to injury, ANOTHER co-worker whom we will call Jill came over today with a fist full of TWIZZLERS! Now, for those of you who don't know, the only thing I love more than chocolate is...Twizzlers. I suppose I could have refused them or thrown them away, but those of you who know me are giggling at the absurdity of that thought!! So, now the 1 hour walk I was planning today has turned into a 90 minute walk during which I am going to do intervals to ramp up that metabolism and get rid of the Twizzlers which are currently making their way to my thighs.
Sigh.
5 comments:
You are soooo not chubby!
Sorry, but it's genetic. You have chocolate-loving genes. Can't fight it.
We are most definitely kin!!! There are times that if I have UJ hide the chocolate deep under all of the layers of food in the chest freezer in the garage, I can resist it!!! Well...at least until a really savage "snack attack" comes along. I think I'll add "possibility of being chocolated by co-worker" to my reasons for not seeking gainful employment!
In line 2, I might have used "that" when "when" would have been a better word to use. However, since this is being written at 1:26 a.m., I have no brain cells of discernment still awake. You will just have to "adjust."
love you!
How did I not know until now that you were also in love with Twizzlers? The last two weeks I bought a "family sized" bag of Twizzlers. The problem was I had no intention of sharing them with the family. I brought them to work. You do remember that I only work 1 day a week. That's a lot of Twizzlers in one day...I would never leave an opened bag sit a week to get firm. They taste so much better fresh. Soooo, the next time I see you (wherever you are) we can drink chocolate martinis and eat Twizzlers. Lov Ya!
P.S. I notice my response says "Scott said". I don't want anyone mistaking me for him, especially when I signed Lov Ya!!! Kim
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