A look into the oddities my brain cooks up. What does Twist-free Knickers mean? Exactly what it says. It takes a lot to get my knickers in a twist. I'm the perfect person to have along in case of a disaster - had I been Kate Winslet on the Titanic - Leo wouldn't have died.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
It was a rage cage....
Yesterday was our company's fun day. It was an afternoon picnic where we were able to compete against each other in departmental teams in various events. One event was inflatable boxing - where 2 people got in an inflatable ring with giant inflatable boxing gloves and were giving permission to pound the bejesus out of each other.
It was interesting to see some of the match ups. My friend Kelly got a barrage of hits by a woman using a windmill technique - her arms flailing in a circle in a constant attack. Two VPs boxed each other, each I think taking out some inner office rage out on each other. It ended up as good clean fun, but there was certainly electricity in the air when the two climbed in the ring together.
Our team may have come in dead last overall for the day, but we had the best uniforms and we looked F-I-N-E!
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