I totally just did 65 push-ups. I'm pretty excited.

Oops.

So, today I went to lunch with some friends. When we got back to work, I headed into the breakroom to put my leftovers in the fridge. Well, apparently, there was a Nerd Herd get-together because the majority of the I.T. department was hanging out in there. The breakroom at United Insurance Group is not like your average breakroom - in that it's about the size of 2 bathroom stalls...literally. I was late getting back, so I had to hurry to get clocked in so I barged into the room, scattering nerds as I went. When I made it to the fridge, I reached up and grabbed the handle. As I pulled the door toward me, my hand grazed Kevin's butt!

Yeah - married Kevin from I.T.!

It was so awful/embarrassing!

And, it wasn't just a "oh, maybe he'll think it was the refrigerator door or someone else" type of thing. Of course not. It was seriously obvious that it was my hand touching his butt.

Aaaahhhh!!!!!!!




So. awkward.


So, of course, I did the most adult thing I could think of: I completely ignored it and went about my day.



I was just a tad uncomfortable when I had to ask him for help later in the afternoon.

"Hey, remember that time I groped Kevin in the breakroom...?"

Geez.

matches: $2.50

one bag of powdered sugar: $4

looking awesome until our eyebrows grow back:

priceless