I’ve survived pizza and donuts at one job. Being SURROUNDED by fresh baked cookies, sandwiches and soup at another. An outing with friends where I stayed away from the delicious tacos, a birthday party with a build-your-own-tacos type bar (Hi, welcome to Texas. We love tacos.) and a dad who really loves chicken and cheese.
Can I survive 11 more hours?
I really, really hope so.
P.S. You know my mom still doesn’t know I had bacon and eggs on Day 1? Whoops. Secrets don’t make
friends good daughters. I figure it’s okay, since I’ve now lasted longer than her. Ha!