It's been one of those weeks. And today is Office Christmas Breakfast day in Moleville.
Currently I am being forced to listen to Anne Murray's Christmas Album. By all that I hold Holy I never knew that piece of musical torture existed, and now that I do, there is a tiny piece of me that is dead inside.
JJ just decided to impart some wisdom on me and in order to do so she needed to get within 5 mm of me, then put her hand on my shoulder. Between that and Anne Murray, I no longer feel like eating (unless it is to eat my own brain / heart in some last ditch self defense effort).
The Lurker just gave me a Slinky.
All better now, TYVM. Gotta go grab some egg casserole and a bagel.