Marcy made a delish tuna casserole last night for supper. I brought the leftovers in for lunch at work today. At lunch, I popped it into the microwave and went back to my desk to work for a few more minutes. After the casserole was finished heating but before I was able to get back to it, Sue came down from the kitchen and asked if it was mine. I said yes and immediately started to worry that I had stunk up the joint and apologized. “Oh, no” Sue said. “It doesn’t smell bad really, it just smells like someone forgot to take out the garbage over the weekend.” That would make one hell of a slogan for an ad campaign.
I can’t wait for Marcy to read this.