I blinked, and it became November.
Tomorrow at work, we're having a Thanksgiving potluck. I have two strategies when dealing with potlucks: 1. sign up to bring beverages or 2. schedule a meeting with someone--anyone--during the duration of the potluck. Anything to spare my coworkers the agony of being subjected to my cooking. Unfortunately, against my better judgement, I allowed someone to talk me into bringing cornbread after someone had already signed up to bring the drinks.
Tom bought me a couple of boxes of Jiffy cornbread, but I don't think a boxed mix can save me. I'm going to blame the unintentional food poisoning I inflict on my coworkers on the barbequed turkey (yes, that's right -- they're barbequing a turkey) that they've ordered. That will teach them to invite me to a potluck where I have to bring a solid food item...
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