H. Hairballs...

Today was sort of strange.  Remember the test I told you about yesterday?  Didn't hear it in Oregon.  So, I guess that translates to... back to the drawing board?  

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...)   : (