I even bother.
All that work spent baking cookies, and I take them to work and nobody eats any. Well, except for Brian. He scarfed down the snickerdoodles. Other than that, though...
I should have known better. When I was on line 1, those cookies would have been gone by lunch, but over on line 2, they never-- well, hardly ever-- eat anything I fix. That's why I've pretty much stopped making stuff to take to work. I just end up eating them all myself, and I sure don't need that much sugar.
Funny thing is, when they have dinners or parties, they don't invite me. They had a pizza party last week, and the first I found out about it was when I saw Greg coming down the aisle with a stack of pizzas. Well, guess what? My old line is having a pizza party on Thursday, and they invited me to theirs.
Um, well, sorry. I get like this when I wake up to dog vomit in my carpet two mornings in a row. From two different dogs, no less. And we won't even mention the cat puke that is a near constant in this house. Stupid cat. She eats the Christmas tree, then pukes it all back up all over the floor. Then goes back and eats the tree some more.
I'm going to go knit now.
And hope tomorrow will be better.