I came to work for Prospective Student Services 3 years ago. When I came there was a "Grow-a-Boyfriend" attached to my boss's mailbox. We laughed about it once or twice and it was not until last week that someone actually proposed that we grow the Grow-a-Boyfriend.
As you can tell, the glass jar that we grew him in proved to be restricting for our little fake fellow. Our Grow-a-Boyfriend wanted to grow and he could not do that within the confines of this Best Western candy jar.
So, being the clever things that we are, it was decided that instead of finding a larger container, we would simply dismember the Grow-a-Boyfriend to make more room for him to grow.
Just in case you can't tell, summer is a very slow time for us. Perhaps these are the effects of the office equivalent of cabin fever.
2 comments:
Yay for us and him (even tho I decapitated him. Ooos! ;)
Maybe we should get a blow-up boyfriend for the apartment?!?! He would be harder to destroy and little more our size ha ha.
Ok...I'm patiently waiting for a blog about a certain publication and a certain experience from yesterday!
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