I Don't Want to Be the Humbug!

Context: I’m on the Social Committee and am reporting the winners of the holiday raffles happening today.  There are quite a few people who really REALLY want to win a new iPad or a gift certificate.  I feel for them, I do.  But with 800 employees and only 30 gifts, the chances are rather slim.  I got this email in my Social Committee inbox….

From: Mrs. Flight Attendant
Sent: Wednesday, December 19, 2012 1:45 PM
To: Social Committee
Subject: RE: Flexjet 2012 Raffle

Mrs. Claus?

If you have any compassion in your heart, you will pull my name from the drawing bowl.

I have never “won” anything at X – been here a long time – and have been really good this year!

If I don’t win, then I am going to revert back to my ole “bad ways” and enjoy myself !!!!

Any questions, Mrs. Claus?

Your “Good” Girl Downstairs

From: Social Committee
Sent: Wednesday, December 19, 2012 1:47 PM
To: Mrs. Flight Attendant
Subject: RE: Flexjet 2012 Raffle

GG Downstairs,

Unfortunately I have zero hand in picking the winners.  That task was left to Mama Christmas herself, Ms. X (President).  Sadly, I only report the wins (of which I am ineligible.) L  I feel your pain GG Downstairs.  Let’s crack open a bottle of wine and go ahead and be bad.

Mrs. Claus

From: Mrs. Flight Attendant
Sent: Wednesday, December 19, 2012 1:51 PM
To: Social Committee
Subject: RE: Flexjet 2012 Raffle

We are sad to report that the former GG Downstairs has left the building and gone back to her lascivious ways (and she’s old enough to know what that word means)  !!  

She asked not to be contacted unless:  (1) she FINALLY won something or, (2) a chilled Santa Margehrita Pinot Grigio was left in an ice bucket outside her door!!

Take that, Mrs. Claus !!  

Executive Assistant to the former GG Downstairs

I'm Talking about YOU NamNamNams and M3!!!

I am mildly amused and concerned for my team.  Apparently someone thinks Mac & Cheese is a vegetable and Baked Brie is a bread.

Really? I mean REALLY?

The Indepen-hizzle!

Hubs and I were invited out to the Adame Ranch for early Fourth of July celebrations ...  Adame lives in BFE ... but before getting there, we stopped to pick up a few fireworks.

 

About $100 bucks later. (But totes worth it.) 

Though, when we get to the Adame Ranch, it turns out that they had been stockpiling fireworks since Abraham Lincoln fought Vampires.

Soooo, we just added ours to the pile.

Adame got cooking on the grill.

Nice flippy floppies, yo.

And then I showed off my cowgirl boots.

And thought it would be funny to ride his lawnmower.

Rocking my Star Wars shirt. 

Then after eating and such, it got dark enough to light up a few sparklers.

I will note that I was NOT on the lawnmower at this point.

I left that to Adame, who rocked a Roman Candle in his hand will driving around scaring the horses.

You might be a Redneck.

Trish showed up with a professional firework package.

It was called "The Shizzle". 

(I blame Adame for the blurriness of this photo. He was intoxicated.)

And it was, the SHIZZLE!

Fun time had by all. 

Thanks to the Adames and Independence and legal fireworks and beer and patriotism and all that jazz.

Yeehaw!