Pumpkin heads....

So I walked into the office this morning to be told that everyone is cooking something made of pumpkin and bringing it into the office. I’d just come from boot camp where I'd had my arse kicked, after the night before having my arse kicked at boot camp. Arse kicking makes me less receptive to pumpkinhead suggestion. These are all blokes. Blind Freddie can see they're just wanting food to be cooked for them and despite my bootcamp be-draggled arse ( yes, Jill Noble, that's not a word, get over it) feeding them is way, way, way, way, way, way x 567 ways far down on my agenda of things  to do. I said - 'Fine, go ahead and cook.' This was the wrong answer apparently. Strangely enough I specialize in wrong things to say when I think people are stupid.