So I know I already posted today, but I just had to add another little story.
Today I went to lunch with the stats pod (aka statistics department) from work, and part of my meal was a salad from the salad bar. Somehow a black olive snuck onto my plate, and when I bit into it I nearly gagged. I've never liked them much, but this is definitely a heightened aversion to olives. Ever since I tasted that olive at lunch, I have smelled black olives everywhere I go. I came back to work, and as I walked through the halls I smelled black olives. I went to Kristin's office, and I smelled black olives. I sit here at my desk, and if I think about it enough, I smell black olives.
Ick ick ick.
By the way, despite the fact that this skirt makes my tummy looked smoothed-out (see previous post from today), I will not wearing it again for a while. I feel wrapped so tightly I can barely breathe.
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