People know..

Ok, People around this office know Daniel cannot handle the frosted cookies.  I can't...i just can't.  They are my kryptonite.

I walked into the kitchen and saw aquatic shaped cookies for the taking.  After questioning someone I found out it was the CEO who put them there.

I looked.

I sniffed.

I arranged them.

I took a picture of one of them, but I won't eat one.  Look at that sugar coating!  It's a diabetic nightmare.

What I wouldn't give to eat one.

So I have determined my boss is trying to kill me.  I don't know where he is at the moment but he's lucky I couldn't find him.  I totally would have chucked this seahorse at his head.