drivel

Mondays are awesome when you forget your lunch and then, right at lunchtime when you're resigned to digging a can of something vaguely food-like out of your desk drawer, your boss shows up with awesome home-made chili (as opposed to ho-made, which, no kidding, I saw on a menu recently), complete with wheat crackers. And then, after lunch, you decide to pass on the not one, not two, but three kinds of healthy fruit sitting on your desk (banana, orange and honeycrisp apple, for what it's worth) and go for the mini-bag of m&m's (original colors, plain not peanut, for what it's worth) from the aforementioned boss's office.

And.

It's starting to rain outside.

Which I like because when it rains outside I don't mind being chained to my desk and staring at a computer screen for hours on end.

M claims he can tell the color of an m&m by taste. I think he's full of it. And they do melt in your hands.

For a long time, I thought Eminem just liked m&m's and didn't even dream that Eminem is just spelling out his initials, and was probably forced to come up with "eminem" instead of using mm or m&m or m+m because Mars probably has the lock on all things M. And m.

13% of all the m&ms in your bag are red.