tikistitch

Here at the Office, each time we go to the Little Scientist's Room (which is not infrequently - just ask the long suffering Mr. Tiki) we swing by the office candy dish...

Filled with chock'lit-y goodness!

Sometimes, we return through the other door, and instead go by...

Office Candy Dish No. 2!!!

With....more chocolate.

Ouch. (We mean this literally. Even contemplating forbidden food at this early stage in the recovery makes the stomach tend to tap out "SOS" in Morse code throbs.)

We explained to the admin in charge of CD#1 about our tummy troubles (she was boggled that we were taking a photograph of her desk, though, as she knows us well, not terribly boggled). She was very sweet, and offered to stock it with jelly babies instead. We explained that actually, tiki does not need candy. (Yes, this is a real true scientific fact.) We explained that we will put the images of chocolate out on the intarnets, where we will derive much comfort from the virtual candy. The admin rolled her eyes and went back to word processing (as we've said, she knows us too well).