Thursday, October 06, 2005
Food Fight
Well, y'all were asking for details on the food fight I participated in, but it was very unremarkable and not really worth sharing. Kind of like a game of dodge ball, but the projectiles had a trajectory field a little bit wider than an actual ball would.
However ... never let it be said I left my readers wanting. So, I asked my college-student daughter if I could post the picture she sent me a couple of weeks ago of her and her boyfriend. They had participated in "Slime Night" or some such thing. It was a big event where plastic baby pools were filled with a thick mixture of flour and water--dyed green.
 When she called to tell me about it, she said that no one really wanted to get into the pools of slime (she said this with bafflement, tinged by surprise--ha!). However, she and her boyfriend dove right in. (I know you can't really recognize him, but he doubled as the "sailor" that kidnapped Constance in my book trailer.)
Anyhoo, they had a marvelous time, though word has it the clothes they were wearing never fully recovered.
Tomorrow night the college is sponsoring a food fight, but, alas, my daughter will miss it. She is going on a get-away with some leadership organization that she is a member of. She is on the committee that plans the "extreme" activities. I asked what kind of activities those were exactly.
"You know. Extreme stuff," she said. "White-water rapids. Jumping out of airplanes. That kind of thing."
I paused, asked her if she had her health insurance card in her wallet, then told her to have a lovely time and to tell me all about it after it was all over. *sigh* I just want you to know: She gets all that stuff from her father.
posted by Deeanne at 10:02 AM
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3 Comments:
Meg said...
Great picture! They resemble Martians. Good-looking Martians.
My genteel, civilized daughter helps set up the extreme obstacle courses for teenagers at the church camp where she's on staff every summer. Chocolate syrup, peanut butter, mustard, flour. Nobody wears their good clothes to camp, right?
10:54 AM
Barb said...
Is this slime-covered girl one of the daughters who was so mortified at the thought of her mother going out in public in an antique wedding gown???
9:29 PM
Deeanne said...
That would be one and the same! Ha!
11:46 PM
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