Then the phone rings

This, my friends, is the kind of thing that will win you prizes at my work:


Monkey Butler!

The version that won was made with a plain white bathtowel, had a washcloth head and paper eyes, and carried an actual banana. I don't have a picture of that one, though.

I won a $10 convenience store gift card.

Last time we had a challenge, the girl that won got a free lunch, and then got fired later that day . . . my co-workers were joking that it's a good thing I won the card instead of lunch. Then I was telling this story to my cousins on Friday when my cell phone rang. I answered it with my back to them, and laughter burst out behind me. When I turned around to see what was so funny, they mouthed "you're fired." And then I started laughing on the phone and couldn't stop.

I think you had to be there.

And, similarly yesterday at the golf tournment, I answered my cell just as Mark spun his golf cart into a donut and hit ours. Screams and laughter ensued. My poor friend on the phone thought we were completely drunk at 1:00 in the afternoon. Which wasn't completely inconceivable, since some of us were well on our way.

And dum-dum-DUM . . . tomorrow is the start of the blog contest. So . . .

Wish me luck.