Breakfast of champions

Well this morning, I managed to take care of everyone else but myself. I got to work and realized I forgot to pack my breakfast. So I enlisted the snack pile in our break room. Yeah, can you say, breakfast of champions? Not! I have inhaled a honey bun (just thinking of the fat grams is making me want to hurl) and I am sipping a Sprite. Do you know that line from Tommy Boy where Richard says, "Uh, I can HEAR you getting fatter"...shall I say more.
I decided to wear a belt today. Along with my less than flattering shirt made for men. Just fine that this office has employeed five women since 1999, but we wear men's clothing. Yikes! I hate having to STUFF that shirt and tale into my pants. I feel as if they are tight enough as it is really, do I need a yard more of material to stuff in my brithces. I think not. I should revolt. Wouldn't that be a hoot? I mean it isn't like we have to wear uniforms, yet I do. It is easy, I don't have to think about how to dress.
It is going to be pretty quiet today. My office mates are gone. One has headed to Galveston for the storm and the other is on vacation. Life is good. I plan to ramble and do much of nothing all day. With all this energy from my honey bun this morning, image the things I can accomplish for the first hour this morning. Yeah right.