DON'T get in mah belleh!

It is birthday eve and the husband and I are going out for dinner.  We are going to La Tasca, in DC, because all you can eat tapas for $39.00 per person, yes please!  So I figure, okay, a nice light lunch, leave lots of belly room for brave potatoes and whatnot.

 

So when my department places our lunch order, I order the soup.  The soup comes with bread and butter.  A LOT of bread and butter.  Like, a LOAF of bread bigger than my head.  Now don’t get me wrong, I love bread.  Bread is the best.  And bread plus also soup?  Happy lunch to me.

EXCEPT.  See “all you can eat” above.  I need all available belleh room for tapas.

But still.  BREAD IS GOOD, yo.  I can’t just leave this bread sitting on my desk.  It is sure to get eated if I do that.

There is clearly only one solution. An email.  To the entire department.  To wit:

To:   The Entire Damn Department

From: That Goofy Girl You all Know

Subject: Bread

Like, a ton of it.  On my desk.  Free to a good home.  Save me before I carb 

again.

The bread, much like Nic Cage, was gone in 60 seconds.

DON'T get in mah belleh!