Still, I'll keep it on a subject that was near and dear to my heart pre-implantation: food. It is obvious to even the most casual observer that I love food. To wit, a conversation at the office today:
Co-worker (with derision): Oh, you're the one who heated up food.
Me: Yes, I am. And it is delicious and you will not be able to make me feel bad about it.
Co-worker: (Stony silence).
In my defense, it was probably one of the most olfactorily innocuous meals ever constructed: toasted whole grain kaiser roll, sundried tomato and basil hummus, basil leaves, 1/3 of a cucumber, and 3 slices of cheese. I'm having this for dessert:
Just ignore the moldy split tomato in the middle. I threw it out. But then I ate too many tomatoes and the new picture looks super lame. |
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