I remember those days well…
Well, not well. More like a really irritating makes me want to poison my own food kinda memory. 😛
No one eats my food in my new office, which is more than I can say for my old office… or my home. I swear those little… rascals eat my favorite things first because they know I will not eat theirs…
It does happen like that. 😉
You’re lucky you don’t have Wombies.
Are you gonna have to write your name on your food at home, too?
I say it more at home
A reflex, no doubt.
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