I’m just going to go ahead and get that out of the way today. Food Nazi be dammed!
There’s a wreath of chocolate around the corner, a catered BBQ lunch with a project group, and then a department Christmas party with fajitas this afternoon. If that doesn’t do it, the company Christmas luncheon is on Friday.
Pardon me while I go find my stretchy pants.
Tomorrow, I have a date with the treadmill. Or the rowing machine.