Log pile envy

So far this year has been bitter cold and every day I walk past my bosses pile of wood. I am not only envious of his pile, I covet it.

How many more deadly sins must I fall victim to due to my work. As it was my work mate Lyndseys birthday my boss had made a beautiful pineapple upside down cake, so I fell into the sin of gluttony. If you think thats bad enough well after the cake I fell in to a mood of lassitude and got little to no work done, so we can chuck in laziness.

Those pearly gates are receding into the far distance.