Office Lunch

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We just finished the hour-long stuffing orgy that we like to call our Christmas luncheon. Inbetween bites of foot-long subs, swills of diet coke and mouthfuls of seventeen different deserts, we mumble out Thank-You's for the various gifts while mentally assigning to whom we will regift them to.

Actually, it isn't really THAT bad, but I have now accquired a sizable heap of porcelain snowmen, coffee mugs and bananna nut bread loafs. Their generosity is quite touching, if not a bit fattening.

Anyone hungry?

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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