Stop What You're Doing

I just had a memory. This morning Zoe FINALLY brought in photos of herself as wee bairn, schoolgirl, and teenager. But there were so many tile-coating fumes in the office that I'm afraid that the photos did not get the attention they deserved. Damn it, Zoe, if you bring those photos home before we get a clean chance to go over them with a FINE TOOTHCOMB, I will hide a little piece of limburger cheese in your pen drawer. Not only will it stink, it may attract Lisa's desk ants.