This is my blog so I can talk about whatever the hell I want.
Today was my last day as a merchandiser for the store's that were opening up around the Valley. Matt had to get rid of the last bag of green he had before he goes back to Jacksonville tomorrow, so Karin and I decided to make some brownies to give him for the plane ride. So I get to work today and I set the brownies on top of his binder and two hours later (I am moving stuff from one room to the other) I walk in and his 65 year old father (the owner and my boss) is halfway through one of the brownies. I almost fell over laughing, but I was too scared. He looks at me and says "these are really moist" and I almost lose it. Anyway, I couldn't tell him the truth....but I was so worried the rest of the day at work. Thankfully we closed up about an hour later, because he wanted to go golfing before they left.
I don't know if the brownie ever kicked in, but thank god I wasn't there to see.
I'm not fine, fuck pretending.
