I was running behind today to get into the substation. Murphy would have it, I was on a rural road, in a town that the speed limit is 25? I was behind a guy that, top end, went 15. *sigh* I was only about 10 minutes late...
I ate way too much, but I found out I like curry. Someone brought a dish with curry, and I tried it. I was surprised, but pleased to find a new flavor (to me). I brought chocolate cookies I make ONLY for Christmas, and ONLY when I take them somewhere else.
The reason? Can't stay out of them.
Hence the title. I use "Hairballs" as a catch all word when I want to swear, but it is more... socially acceptable. (Occasionally I even say Fried Hairballs with Gopher Gravy, but after grossing out two DHS workers, I try to be careful when I say that. The deputies thought it hilarious, however. Go figure.)
I found out the cookies were a hit. To wit: One of the gals said she didn't really like chocolate, (really, she is a salt person, chips and such), but that she would try a cookie. Three cookies later, she asked for the recipe. I put the rest of the cookies in the back for the deputies, when we finished with lunch. I also put some "men's" magazines, sport and shooting, as well.
First time I go back to tell the deputy something, one of the deputies has a chocolate bit on his mouth. The second time I had to go to the back, the deputy on lunch break had several cookies and the magazines. The third time I went to the back, the first deputy had some MORE cookies! So, I think they won't go away hungry today...
I am just happy I didn't take them home! (Full disclosure, I ate about... 5...) : (