It is interesting and amusing that A. didn't ask me about it. I haven't taken any of her chocolate, but I wonder if this means I look so innocent and so sweet that I can steal office chocolate with impunity?
*looks decidedly wicked and speculative* Muahahahaha!
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At 1:07pm, while I was sitting in the breakroom with co-workers V. and G., G. was paged over the intercom.
"Oh, shoot! I'm late for the Braille class!" G. exclaimed, hastily folding up his bag of lusciously fragrant buttered popcorn. He grabbed his mobility cane and rushed out the door. He's the instructor. V. and I were very amused, imagining that his Braille items will now smell like popcorn butter.
I have Juneteenth off. Yea!
Neat Stuff: An article on replacement bones, link in this entry of wcg's journal.
Miles Vorkosigan, you may now kick ass, not that you don't already. :D