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Donuts: Need help with consuming an abundant supply!

HELP!!!
Dear members and constituents,
We have an emergency situation. We appear to have had a logistic faux-pas. I was not here when it happened but it appears Nanette Zeile and what sounded like Jen Artley on voice mail have brought in donuts. We have a TON. I am christening today "bring a friend Friday". Please help us out in any way you can with the demand side of the equation.

I also want to give a big hand to Ed Stocker for doing a lot more than holding down the fort while I was out. He has revitalized the club, adding five new members and stirred some controversy around the preferred spelling of Donut. Speaking of which, the results are in, 14 respondents out of 21 surveys were tabulated and... there was a late surge of voting that pushed Donut over the top 8 – 6. At least one of the votes came from a non member, but it was accepted anyway.

Our new rotation takes us through the end of 2006 and we will play it by ear but may end up needing a little more than two dozen donuts every week due to the increased membership (we now have 21 members). Obviously, supply will not be a problem today.

Here is our new rotation for the record:
John Schoder, 8/4/2006
Ed Stocker, 8/11/2006
Kim Carroll, 8/18/2006
Nannette Zeile, 8/25/2006
Stacy Jackson, 9/1/2006
Carlton Bonilla, 9/8/2006
Carolyn Reuss, 9/15/2006
Shaun Andrews, 9/22/2006
Richard DiGeronimo, 9/29/2006
Andrea Gavalas, 10/6/2006
Jennifer Artley, 10/13/2006
Tucker Maroney, 10/20/2006
Jerri Abeyta, 10/27/2006
Yvonne Tofel, 11/3/2006
Roger Greene, 11/10/2006
Colby Stilson, 11/17/2006
Holiday , 11/24/2006
Marcio Avillez, 12/1/2006
Jeff Allen, 12/8/2006
Phil King, 12/15/2006
Michael Remacle, 12/22/2006
JP González, 12/29/2006

Happy Friday!

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