I do not even want to know how much sugar I have consumed in the last 24 hours. Cursed little nuggets of delicousness! They call to me. Seriously! I can hear them. They don't shut up until they're in my tummy. Walker better find somewhere to hide them before I pack them up and cart them to the food pantry. He can eat two boxes a day and not gain an ounce, so he has no idea why having cookies in the house is a bad thing. Guess he'll figure it out when my rear gets too big to fit through the door.
Miss Lucy asked about my overtime schedule. This week, I'll get overtime pay for my extra hours, but sometimes I have the opportunity to have a shorter shift to make up for having to work longer another night. In this case, one of my two coworkers has the week off, so I have no choice but to stay late every night. No chance of leaving early. I don't mind the extra hours, and a few more dollars on the paycheck will come in handy when we go Christmas shopping. It's all good.