They soooo got me.

I wasn’t going to clean my desk.  I was at least going to get rid of some boxes.  But then the company threw a pizza party for everyone who cleaned.

Of course I ate the pizza.  I had too, are you kidding?

Part of me wants to tell you all I’m stronger than that.  That I could stand up for slobs everywhere.   Power to the pig sties!  … all that jazz.   But, as it turns out, I am not.

I ate the pizza and felt obligated to clean my desk.  It is now clean and I miss my mess :(

Damn you pizza party!  Damn Yoooouuuu!!!