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Wednesday, October 04, 2006 

Spoon Gnomes

We have a big kitchen at work. Today, it held no spoons. You need a spoon to eat cereal. At least, you do if you're eating it in an office environment. I scrounged around for five minutes until stumbling onto a bag of plastic spoons in an out-of-the-way drawer.

I mention the lack of this most valued utensil to II , who just happened to be walking by. She made me feel a little stupid, saying, "Check the executive kitchen."

Of course!

So I went to the executive kitchen. The drawers were brimming full of magical spoons. Okay, it wasn't really brimming. It had a few, but not enough. I remember there being more spoons.

I think we have Spoon Gnomes stealing our most valued utensil. And keeping me from my delicious breakfast.