Is anyone else currently recovering from a Christmas food coma, or is it just me? 😴 I told Alan that if he tried to eat that entire holiday ham by himself, he’d be asking me for a medical intervention by midnight. He didn't listen. Typical. 🙄
Anyway, I'm officially back on duty! If you see a villain lurking near the cafeteria, please don't call me—call someone much more serious and significantly less handsome. Actually, just call me. I'll get it done.