I need to complain. I hope you understand.

There have been tasty-smelling high-carb treats in my office copy/mail room for the past 5 work days in a row. What the hell?!?!! I mean, there's usually food in there once every week or two (usually less often in the summer 'cause business is slow). Now that I can't eat any of it, it's like Christmas in August around this place! We've had Krispy Kremes, cookies, pastries -- yesterday someone brought a homemade chocolate cake with caramel frosting and a carton of milk to a meeting that I was in. The meeting was an hour long. People sat there and had second helpings while I watched and kept insisting, "No really, it smells delicious, but I can't."

Now there are plump, soft shortbread-y type cookies fresh from our Kitchen calling my name every time I have to fax, copy, or check my mailbox. I love cookies. I especially love shortbread cookies.

Life sucks.