Yesterday, one of my fave co-workers appointed me as cake decorator for our big boss T-Bone’s surprise 50th. Today she saw the pile of toys on my worktable that I either bought at the dollar store or acquired from our company “store” and then spoke what could potentially be famous last words:
"Oh, this is a good collection of stuff! You even got crash cars! After I pick up the cake from Costco tomorrow, I’ll just bring it over to your desk and you can do whatever you want with it."
I guess we’ll find out if she should’ve given me free reign with this after I’m finished tomorrow.