Just as I really started to droop this afternoon, our receptionist plonked an enormous mystery parcel at my feet. On the outside of the box was this little illustration:
Inside the box:
1 pair of antlers with deer fur still attached (extra points for grisliness!)
2 detached antlers
1 Hayes Carl CD (rated four stars)
All from my favorite hunter and all-around rascal, Woodrow.
Woodrow likes to shoot things and make jerky. I've been on the receiving end of some mighty fine Woodrow jerky, but this box of goodies takes the cake.
"But what can I give you in return?" I asked. After all, A box full of antlers is difficult to top.
It turns out that all Woodrow wants is photographic evidence that I am putting his antlers to good use. Some cute furry little animals died for these antlers, and the least I can do is pay homage to their remaining body parts.
And so, Exhibit A:
I call this one "King of the Cubicle."
We found that disturbing plastic naked baby with man boobs in the office today. As you do.
Then it seemed necessary to pose him in the managing partner's chair while he was away at a meeting. "You Have Been Replaced" speaks to the helplessness and vulnerability we all feel at the hands of ego-maniacal corporate giants.
My boss has not returned yet from his meeting.
I'll let you know when I get fired.
Thank you, Woodrow! I am the luckiest girl in all of blogdom.
