so the story starts on last friday.

one of my coworkers brought in duncan donuts and they were just terribly fun. she brought in donut holes but instead of being standard bite sized donuts, they were jelly filled donut holes. we all got to talking about how great an idea that was, and someone suggested bagel holes filled with cream cheese. and that seemed like heaven.

then i went home and in casual conversation mentioned to andrew about the idea of bagel holes filled with cream cheese. he agreed it was a fantastic idea. what i'd forgotten was how making bagels was on his rather long to-do list. suddenly what was his project became an our project and we spent most of sunday making bagel holes and filling them with cream cheese. it was a lot of fun, and we were both delighted with how well they turned out.

i knew i was going to be visiting one of our sites today, so i planned to take our little treats to them as a surprise.

i've never seen people sneer at free food like those people did today. you'd have thought i suggested they eat bagels stuffed with worms. i spent the morning all nervously waiting for andrew to call and ask me about how much they loved our treats and i felt so bad telling him how our efforts were rejected. i had thought about bringing them muffins on friday but you can definately cancel that.

at noon i stomped off to go get lunch and retreat to my office. i decided to dine at steiner's subtitled "a nevada style pub." i've seen several in town and thought fish-n-chips sounded like just the thing. only, once i got there, they don't serve fish-n-chips. how?!? how can you have a pub and not serve fish-n-chips??? isn't that a prerequisite to using the name "pub"? later on andrew reminded me that it does have nevada in the name of the establishment, which we've decided "nevada style" might be code for terrible. the waitress talked me into one of their burgers and it was fairly tasty. at some point in the meal, however, i dropped a big splatter of ketchup on my white shirt, left boob. how many times did she come to the table and not mention this?? the bus boy came by and took everything away, including all the napkins and even my drink, and he didn't mention the big blob of ketchup! i was on my way out the door when i noticed it. and its not like something stuck in your teeth, where you might not notice. it was a white shirt for crying out loud.


by that point, i'd already talked to my office mates and committed myself into stopping at the store to buy them ice cream. but of course, now i have ketchup on my boob and didn't exactly want to go into any public places. i bit the bullet and went anyway. everyone i saw had a silly smirk, which was annoying, but nearly as much as when the cashier haphazardly chucked all my change at me, i dropped half of it, and she said, "gosh, i guess you're just having a clumsy day..."

when i finally returned with the ice cream, we all feasted while i regaled them with my tales of woe. we all had a good hearty laugh over it. i tried to be cranky all afternoon, i really did. gave it my best effort, but every time, i would accidentally glance at the ketchup stain on my boob and start laughing again.