Here is my department's entry to this week's school spirit competition. Originally, we were supposed to be driving down the football field on a golf cart. That would have been cooler. In the end, we didn't get to drive on the field at all. So instead, I ran down the ramp and did a victory dance in the end zone all by my onesies (I also ran down like 20 yards of the field and then promptly almost died of out-of-shapeness). There are no pictures of that. I don't know why. Apparently no one else understands the makings of a great photo.
After seeing the following picture, all I could think was, "My hair really looks like that?? I am soooo not good looking in the humidity." And then I wanted to call my hairdresser. Except I don't have one. Obviously.
3 comments:
You guys are all adorable!
My brother and I want to know who the Tummy Toucher is.
Speak in code if you must.
The Tummy Toucher wasn't invited for the picture because she's technically in another department. I wish this rule applied every day at work but apparently I'm the only one that thinks that.
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