Despite the fact that I work with three (occasionally four) men, they are all married men...each with a child under two years old. Therefore, things flow pretty seamlessly between frat house humor and stroller chat. I suppose there was only a trace amount of surprise when it was suggested that we have a cookie exchange on Monday.
So I have a weekend mission. It involves at least a trip to the grocery story and an hour or so in the kitchen. Let's hope I can match the domestic skills of my married male compatriots and arrive on Monday with a worthy batch of snickerdoodles.
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