(Please excuse the crappy picture quality - I only had my phone to work with.)
On his way out the door this morning, Tom called out that there was an extra salad in the fridge if I wanted to take it for lunch. He likes to take massive salads to work - I prefer meat and vegetables. Though I'll admit, they are pretty good looking salads. Cucumber, mushroom, sweet peppers, onion, feta cheese, broccoli slaw, carrots, and a little left over pork chop diced up small.
So at noon today I casually look at my salad for those offending olives. I find one. And then another. And another. Now I have to search through the whole salad so that I don't inadvertently eat one. Because I could die you know. (Did you just call me a drama queen in your head?)
And look! Just look!
How horrifying! More than 10 little pieces of death right there!
It's a good thing that my friend Erin brought me banana oatmeal
walnut chocolate chip cookies. Perfect antidote.
At least someone is looking out for me.
(P.S. Yes, I will get the cookie recipe.)