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Sprinkles on Donuts and Whipped Cream on Coffee

Dear Members and Constituents,
What is it about the wrong things that makes them feel so right? The allure of the forbidden and dangerous is something a rational mind should easily overcome. Yet, quite often, we don’t. Like a moth flying into a 1,500 watt light bulb at the World Series, we want things that can harm us. As I was contemplating this apparent contradiction, my thoughts started coalescing to the tune of “My favorite things”, from “the Sound of Music”. Take it away, Julie Andrews…

From trans-fats to sugars to way-too-large servings
Speeding while texting and dangerously swerving
Flirting with girls, who knows where that might lead?
Being so bad might just lead to fatigue

Drinking a bottle of scotch while time passes
Hot girls in tight clothes, I look at their… glasses
Smoking a stogie or two, what the heck
Living the good life with debt ‘round my neck

Minding my business ignoring the needy
While others go hungry I just get more greedy
Yell at co-workers who get on my nerves
Put-off delivering terrible news

Gimmie money
Gimmie pleasure
Gimmie French champagne
Indulging my dark side enjoying the ride
And living my life in vain

Alright, I’ll be the first to admit I’m no Rodgers -or Hammerstein for that matter. I will also admit I ignore the reason we apparently need to succumb to temptation now and again. What I do know is I’m on my way to a team off-site, yet this e-mail has reached you. I also know Zane Stark (donut boy) is on the red-eye plane to Ohio, yet donuts are miraculously at my desk. Perhaps an occasional contradiction is not so bad. As for temptation, let’s just say that on Fridays that’s my specialty. So, come on down and grab a donut. You know you want it.

Happy Friday!

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