So last night we had this little 'Olympics' thing for families of high schoolers where you go and compete and eat ice cream. The competitions were the Water Balloon Toss, Three-Legged Race, Watermelon Eating, and Football Accuracy.
My team got out on the first water balloon toss round and didn't win out heat of the three-legged race. That's all we did.
And let's just say that the Watermelon Eating Contest was... well... interesting. See, there's this intern called Roz. He has a sharp nose, a creepy look in his eyes (slightly bit wild), and looong hair down to about four inches down his shoulder. That day he wore a hairband that made him look very much like a girl, some soccer jersey, and knee-high socks. (Reminds me of SCOTT, Skandar! Haha.) And he's wild.
Extremely wild.
Not-a-good-example wild.
VVEEEEEEEEEEERYYYYYYYYY wild. You get the point.
Anyway, he gets this hunk of watermelon and he gets about three bites into it when he opens him mouth and begins whamming his face into the while thing.
BANG BANG BANG BANG he almost broke the table and got watermelon juice sloshed ALL over the table. And get this- he didn't EAT any of it. The remains of the poor 'watermelon' were left on the ground under where he sat. And his entire face was wet with juice and small particles of watermelon.
Then one of the middle school girls looked at him and said, "Um, you got a little... a lot..."
"No, I don't." Straight face.
"Um..."
"I got it all off."
"Okay, then..."
So then Roz goes off and wipes his face on the back of a poor little high schooler's shirt. And guess what- the wet spots looked like a little self-portrait of himself!
Yay.
Other than that nothing else happened.
Except I ate supper.
It was Ice Cream.
I must have eaten at least a quart.
Yay.
Yum.
Bye.
