Thursday is donut hole day at the Normandy. It’s not official or anything. Someone just *always* brings them in on Thursday... but no one ever mentions it, so let’s not jinx it, ok?;) I <3 donut holes.
Since Thursday is Unofficial-Donut-Hole Day, early Thursday morning is the Quick-Eat-All-Donut-Holes-Before-Housekeepers-Get-Here Competition. Again, this is an unspoken tradition… normally. But not *today*!
Today we decided to see who could smash the most donut holes in their mouth at one time:D Winner takes all. (All being bragging rights and a sour stomach;)
First contender: Our assistant general manager- Mike the Mouth! Weighing in at 250lbs and affectionately known to his wife and kids as the ‘human garbage disposal’, Mike the Mouth habitually finishes off his kids left-over plates. Hot dogs and tator tots- Oh My!
Contestant Number Two: Maintenance manager and self admitted ‘bottomless pit’ it’s Skinny Stan- At 6’3 and 175lbs, someone get this man a sandwich!
Entering Third: Marie the Babe, with the face of a Botticelli and the body of a Degas, she’s the hotels breaker of hearts and our reason for sexual harassment training. (I don’t think she’s quite aware of what we’re doing here;)
Last but not least: Okcupid’s very own loveable Kell; champion of the Girls Next Door and general big mouth! No one else can play! We figure we’ll run out of holes if any one else plays...
So- Stan and Mike JUMP into the competition, cramming one, two, three, FOUR, *FIVE*! into their mouths almost in unison. Marie has finally figured out we’re eating donut holes- like, omg! Calories! Fatness! Ick! She forfeits her turn with a horrified look on her face... and then there was me:)
*I have this theory- I think that each and every one of us has one unique talent. One thing that we happen to be better at than anyone else in the world...
Mine happens to be donut-hole eating;) I casually toss four in there, act like five is a big deal... look at the boys, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, and with one finger, pop number six in. I win:)
Oh the elation! I am winner! I am victorious! Nothing will ever beat this moment! Nothing will ever bring me down! Oh no, the owner of the hotel just walked around the corner and he’s looking for me. I lied. That pretty much does it...
Mmhmmhmh mhhhmm MH?
(Six-donut-holes-in-the-mouth for: Why does this *always* happen to me?)
He wanted to talk about the Secret Santa party tomorrow. That *I’m* apparently throwing for everyone. I had to... all I could do was nod like mad;)
Hours later I still feel like ralphing and everyone keeps poking me in the stomach because if I throw up, the competition’s a draw and we can all do it again next Thursday... unofficially of course.
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In other news- Norman is home!!! And sleepy and sore but otherwise doing good! Vet says he’ll be good as new in three days!! WOOOO!
Peace out homies- <3 and kisses from Kell and Norm.
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