My husband e-mailed me at workyesterday stating his office was having another pot luck luncheon and the ladies sent around their usual sign-up sheet. It seems every two to three weeks they have 'pot lucks.' I refuse to bake, cook, assemble, etc., for any more of the luncheons. So last night we went to the store to buy 'something.' We both giggled as we left the store and said "this is the last time we probably have to do this!