today is clean up day in the help desk. we were long overdue to recycle boxes and pitch the masses of styrofoam contained therein. clean up day is always fun. it brings out the inner muppet in everyone. even jacob. =)
this is my absolute favorite picture from sunday’s bout:
please note the “ladies” sign above his head and the fact that his skates are actually cowboy boots! um, awesome!
our group was spotted (here and here), but we look like we’re in jail.
chip’s pictures are on flickr. they are shiny and pretty.
i rarely have dreams i remember, but if i do, i tend to remember the scary ones like the time the pine-sol lady chased me around a church parking with a shot gun. (this is totally off track, but imagine my horror when in real life my tour bus drove past said church parking lot on my trip to ireland. freaky!) anyway, i woke up the other morning chuckling to myself having the best dream ever that was based on a couple of things from the previous day:
so in my dream, chip was offered the role of magnum p.i. in the new movie which, of course, he took. we are magically transported to hawaii and he has sprouted his very own mag-stache. his first case: determine the cause of death for the previous magnum p.i. so, we venture off into the jungle and seek out the place of magnum’s last stand. we found it inside a cave, and old magnum is slouched against the wall, mummified and still sporting his mag-stache. chip rushes forward for a closer look, and immediately has his diagnosis of death: “duh! he was totally poisoned!” not wanting to jump to conclusions, i asked him to prove how he knew that magnum was poisoned. his response was, “look! his mustache is pink at the bottom. obviously, someone poisoned him, and the pink is the residue where his mustache dipped into his poisoned drink!” obviously.
