I'm not ashamed to tell you: since Panera does a baker's dozen bagel special on Tuesdays, I've brought my team breakfast a time. Or two.
(And don't even get me started on the fact they're experimenting with this whole getting-rid-of-chocolate-chip-to-see-what-else-sells debacle. I may have responded with weeping and gnashing of teeth. And considered a tantrum. But that's a tangent.)
I have now lived to see a Baker's Dozen I thought I'd never I'd witness: 13 snow days. In 10 weeks.
Enough said.
(Want more? Okay, if you insist: I got the greatest text ever from my friend Adam who lives in Northern Kentucky. It read, "Happy Snow Day! If you need suggestions on how to spend it, let me know. This is my 21st snow day." Y-I-K-E-S.)
