Speaking of sweet and autumnal events, my office is once again awash in leftover Halloween candies, all of it the no-name, generic variety, odd knockoffs of Tootsie Pops and Hershey Kisses and every other trademarked goodies. My theory is these are either the offerings trick or treaters scorned, or they are the detritus of what my co-workers' kids scored and subsequently refused. I can't blame them. All this crap looks suspiciously like it's composed of equal parts corn syrup, wax, and rat droppings.

Ugh. At least its not tempting. Miss Janey would hate to see Mr. Peenee destroy his girlish figure.
ReplyDeletewatta coincidence. I was just mowing my way through a bag of Pepperidge Farm Milanos when I opened your comment. Orca, here I come!
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