For our ward talent show, we had a peanut butter/jelly eating contest. We paired up and you had to eat all the sandwiches that your partner made for you. The first picture is of the 3 teams. Paul is my partner. I thought it was a sure win.
Paul and I making sandwiches for each other.
And finally, here I am about the throw up from so much peanut butter and no beverages. I was dry heaving a lot. Why do I get myself in these stupid situations? I'm too old for this.
*For the record, I was able to finish all my sandwiches first. I'm not sure if I should be proud of this or ashamed.
1 comment:
Proud. Definitely proud.
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