So yesterday we got told it was Marketing’s turn to present at the monthly BBQ. And Dad’s installing a stove at the beach, sooo…

BALL! BAAAAAALL! Ball! Ball! WHEEEEEEEEEEEE! AHAHAHA!

Probably about what you’d expect in an office full of swiss balls, beanbags and moonhoppers.

Actually, she was quite well-behaved, except when I was doing my piece and she was climbing all over me and snagging the phone cord on each pass…

Didn’t hurt that one of the other marketing mascots (Molly) was home from school so came along too and did a spot of bebe-minding.

For future reference: those shoes are REALLY clompy. >.>