The weather is balls and I didn’t want to come in, but E.J. remembered to bring in his contribution to the Coffee Share AND we ordered breakfast so dark coffee + everything bagel with tomato and cheese = SOME KIND OF OFFICE HEAVEN.
Sad? Or not so sad? I DON’T CARE MY BAGEL WAS THE STUFF DREAMS ARE MADE OF. (even if I did end that sentence with a preposition).