Conspiracy

Well, probably not acccctually a conspiracy but still pretty darn suspicious if you ask me. So, getting back on track these days (slowly but surely - more slowly than surely, really. Maybe slowly and surly). That means protein for breakfast. Like, well, CHEESE. A small babybel, light, of course. So I get it out of the little net bag and bring it (with my tomatoes) to my desk where I unwrap the cheese to find - TA DA! - a fliying disk instead of breakfast. They disgusied it in a little babybel packet. Clever. I tell ya. These babybel people are lucky I saw an old man in a white members only jacket on the bus this morning. Otherwise, I could have been a little miffed. Instead, I just thought it was funny. Life just keeps on throwing out jokes. Am I the butt? ha haaa.