So at the end of the day, I get pie...

It was a very long day... I will blog about the day at the Pumpkin Patch tommorrow. But some co-workers thought they would be nice tonight at work. They went out and bought 6, yes SIX pies.....

So I walk by the breakroom tonight, I see these pies calling me...Julie, hey Julie, come eat me...

So I look for a plate, no plates to be found. I grabbed some napkins, ok paper towels from the dispenser in the breakroom. I slice myself a lovely peace of Pumpkin Pie. I then search for an eating utensil. All I can find is a spoon.

So I sit down at the table eating my tiny, yes, it was small, piece of pie. In walks a co-worker. I'm sitting a table, with six partially eaten, molested pies in front of me. I have a spoon up to my mouth, eating my piece of pie.

Co-worker looks at me, looks at pies. This does not look good. Semi-chubby girl, eating pie, at midnight, with a spoon, six other pies around her.

Ugh...