Buona Festa dei Cornuti!

[muckefuck]

I've been dreaming about zeppole all week. If not for my stinking vow, I would've headed straight over to Pasticceria Natalia. So imagine my surprise when a box of them appeared in the department this morning. I confronted the culprit, my direct supervisor, who says he was in his mother's neighbourhood this morning and couldn't help himself. I told him about my dilemma, and he replied, "Oh, dear, I've become a near occasion of sin?" But I took full responsibility for reaching in, slicing off a quarter of a zeppola, and scarfing it down.

I feel so dirty.