If anyone knows me, they know to never bankroll me for a poker game–you’d lose all of your money because my game face sucks. I’m so transparent; it’s pretty sad (in a “I can’t ever really tell a lie” kinda way). No hiding emotions for me. When I’m happy/overjoyed/excited/on cloud nine, you know it. Similarly, when I’m cranky/irritated/agitated/frustrated, you–and anyone in a two mile radius–will know it (even w/o me saying a word, apparently; go figure).
Enter, my partner-in-crime…or class (well, these days they are the same thing).
Within the last week, I found myself on the latter end of the aforementioned feelings spectrum (cranky, etc.) during class on two separate occasions. True to form, Super Friend sensed my mood and commenced “Operation Make Jackie Smile”. Given the multi-talented woman that she is, she quickly employed her artistic abilities to draw me a small flower and sun. Rescue Mission #1 accomplished; she made me smile.
Rescue Mission #2: today, another class, another near-tragedy.
Same scenario: dead horse/moot point/weed crawler + external factors (i.e. event planning stress) called for a more aggressive game plan. The threat level (of a JG outburst) was raised to red and apparently “Operation Make Jackie Laugh in the Middle of Class” was launched. Super Friend set into action and commenced drawing (unbeknownst to me). Minutes later, our other partner in crime–who sits between us–slides a piece of paper in front of me. Exhibit A is presented above. Laughing out loud ensues. In class. Uncontrollably. Rescue Mission #2 accomplished.
Impressive drawing JG. Is that your handiwork?
Al
Totally not my handiwork. Credit goes to one of my besties here at Darden(see post). 🙂