"Are you crazy about me or just crazy?"
I work with the strangest people.
We had a Thanksgiving luncheon today (which, BTW, turkey at noon and then having to back to work? Bad plan), and after much eating (how do Yankees do holiday celebrations without tamales? Seriously, I can't fathom it), we got really goofy. At some point we all began discussing girly stuff--bras and cup sizes, eyebrow waxing, etc.--for no apparent reason, and literally started comparing breasts. It was decided that I should go to Mardi Gras, because I will get lots of beads. Make of that what you will.
Then one of the guys came back, put on my mini-backpack, and got stuck. We took pictures before helping him out of it.
If we're this punchy for Thanksgiving, I can't wait for Christmas.
We had a Thanksgiving luncheon today (which, BTW, turkey at noon and then having to back to work? Bad plan), and after much eating (how do Yankees do holiday celebrations without tamales? Seriously, I can't fathom it), we got really goofy. At some point we all began discussing girly stuff--bras and cup sizes, eyebrow waxing, etc.--for no apparent reason, and literally started comparing breasts. It was decided that I should go to Mardi Gras, because I will get lots of beads. Make of that what you will.
Then one of the guys came back, put on my mini-backpack, and got stuck. We took pictures before helping him out of it.
If we're this punchy for Thanksgiving, I can't wait for Christmas.