Yes, stalked. Its the only explanation for the numerous donuts that have recently appeared in my life. I never actually purchase donuts for myself. And yet...here they are. At faculty meeting yesterday, in my 2nd period class (a student's birthday), and again in the lunchroom. As a woman who has very little will power in the face of greasy goodness, this has got to stop! I pack good lunches, eat fruits and veggies, and then WHAM! Donut Attack.
I'm trying to defend myself. And pretty much failing every time. (Yum, yum, yum...)
1 comment:
it's the only reasonable explanation. Next time you see the donuts you'll know the stalker is near and you should run, not walk, in the opposite direction.
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