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Yesterday was our office holiday party (I get to call it that cause I don’t celebrate Christmas) and it was a lot more fun than I’d anticipated. The nice thing about working for a small company is that sometimes things like holiday parties get extended cause the boss is having fun/has had a lot of gin and decides to add another hour to the bar tab.
I bowled a 222 and am officially the office badass. Also, everyone really liked CKB, so it was pretty much a smashing success as far as I was concerned.
But anyway. After I kicked everyone’s ass at bowling and it was time to go home, CKB and I had planned to go back to my place and make the desserts for the Hanukkah party I’m hosting this evening. We needed to make chocolate covered strawberries and lemon bars. NOT eating all of the strawberries as soon as they’re covered in chocolate is hard enough when you’re stone cold sober. It’s really freakin’ difficult when you’ve got a good buzz going.
But again, I digress. We got everything mixed and melted and the lemon bars were in the oven and the strawberries in the fridge. We were hanging out in the kitchen, waiting on the lemon bars to be done baking, when CKB decided it would be sweet to lift me up and give me a kiss.
A few important details:
- CKB is 6’3″ and a nice strong guy.
- Mary is 5’6″ and not all that light, but CKB is a nice strong guy.
- My kitchen is kind of tiny. Including a very low ceiling that’s only about 6″ higher than CKB’s head.
- CKB looks like a freaky giant walking around my kitchen because it’s so small and he’s so big.
OK, that last one isn’t really important but I find it kind of entertaining so I thought I’d share. The TMI stands for too much information, remember?
As I was saying, CKB decided it would be sweet to lift me up and give me a kiss. He picks me up relatively frequently, but usually it’s like a bear hug kind of thing that does not involve making me any taller than he is.
On this particular occasion, however, he decided to lift me hands-around-my-waist style, making me taller than he is. In my kitchen where the ceiling is very low. You can guess how that ended.
But wait! There’s a twist. He chose the exact spot in the ceiling where the metal air vent happens to be. Yeah, that didn’t feel very good.
Don’t worry though, I totally milked it. He got me ice, took me upstairs and tucked me into bed before he left. But not before he’d apologized about 100 zillion times.
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Ouch! That had to hurt.
Yeah…still kinda does actually.
“After I kicked everyone’s ass at bowling…”
Totally, completely, entirely read that as “licked”.
And thought you’d just made up something new, and tried to figure it out, for, oh, a minute or so.
I need help.
That’s gross. I would expect nothing less from you, my dear.
I should ask if you are okay, but I was laughing and thinking poor guys was trying to get ‘some’ and instead he was tucking you into bed for all the wrong reasons.
Pretty much. I probably shouldn’t have milked it cause he felt bad enough, but it hurt!
I would just be happy someone could lift me above their head. People are usually dropping things on my head… Hope you’re ok! :)
Yeah, I still get nervous every time he does something like that cause it’s not like I’m a 90 lb waif or anything like that.
Ow ow ow!!!
My head is hurting just picturing the scene! Poor you. :(
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