Sean’s a goober. Between the two of us, I’m the one with the more serious "grown-up" demeanor, even though he’s three years my senior. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve pointed out that he acts like a five year old.
But sometimes my inner child comes out, too.
Last week at work, I spent the last 10 minutes of my shift hiding underneath a table in the back so I could scare one of the next coworkers to come in for the next shift.
The view from within.
It was just a bit scrunched in there. It was hysterical. Everyone was so hyper that day.
Also childish? How, after peeling bananas at Smoothie King for hours, I got a huge kick out of stacking them to a dangerous height.
Completely against the rules.
And then there was the sheer, hysterical excitement of snatching an almost-empty HUGE jar of peanut butter from work. Why throw out the jar if there’s still enough to put in my oatmeal for about a week?
Compared to regular pb. SO EXCITED. I almost held it over my head, parading it around the house while singing “I’ve got the biggest peanut butter!” To the tune of “I’ve got a golden ticket” from Willy Wonka. I decided not to because I didn’t want to freak out the dogs.
And then there are all of my art projects. I sort of have a problem with nail polish. I probably repaint them every four days or so, and it has to look really cool:
Got a favorite?
And at work last week, I spent a good chunk of time on an art project that I’m pleased to say involved getting tons of glitter all over my hands:
I made a donation jar for my fundraiser! I’ll make a more professional looking one soon, but business was really slow one day and I just wanted to be crafty.
Speaking of the fundraiser,stayed tuned tomorrow for an exciting update!