hijinks

A couple days ago I was sitting in a cubicle at work, when the tiniest anvil ever fell out of the sky on me. Ok, actually it fell out of the hand of Amanda, who had been put up to it by Brenna.

Of course you know, this means war.











Brenna was on her weekend at the time, so before I took off yesterday I left a tiny (and somewhat janky) paper banana peel on her cubicle floor. I can only hope that this escalates further. As Amanda put it, "Work should be more like a cartoon."

In all seriousness though, if there are two things I love, they are:
A. Anvils
B. Miniatures

Well played, Brenna. Well played.