...just that all the ladies I work with were/are teasing me mercilessly... until I was hiding my bright red face in my hands at my cube almost crying from wanting to die.
They said I should bring in cookies... I told them "Only if I get to lace them with Cyanide..."
Oh and now everyone is a matchmaker... just an fyi.
Maybe I should BAKE a cake... (Usadai yo....)(sp) 0_\\\