Emily won us some snickers
Today at our hall meeting we got lots of snickers candy bars because 6 (plus or minus a few) girls including one of my roommates, Emily, won a "Quiz Bowl" Heritage Halls held. The snickers were passed around then back to the front, then around again, then back to the front, then around AGAIN....I probably ate around 20 bite size snicker bars tonight...uhg. But, they allowed for a fun time after ward prayer tonight....hehe.
We have all come back from ward prayer, I start taking my nail polish off, and 4 snickers sit on my desk from the hall meeting an hour earlier. Morgan and I are just talking and then she takes one of my snicker bars. I don't care, I want them eaten, but I like to be dramatic sometimes.
*gasp* "Morgan! That's my snickers! How could you?"
She slowly opens it and starts walking out of the room.
"No!! You can't!"
She then closes the door and I rip it open and run after her as she dashes down the hallway. With my arms flailing around and my hair whipping around the shapely form of my head, I chase after her then I hurl my cotton ball at her as she skids into the kitchen and grabs the fridge to keep from falling to her death. But the cotton ball misses her and she now has a snickers in her hand from on top of the magnificent broom cupboard. She chucks it at me and says,
"HERE!"
The coveted candy hits my head and I fall into a mound of salmon and black color (my PJs), laughing until I can't breathe. She does the same. All sort of sounds are coming out of our mouths and I kind of push the kichen door against the wall a few times so it's making a bit of a racket.
All of a sudden.....*knock knock*
"Was that our door??" I crawl over to the door and look under the slit at the bottom to see if there are feet awaiting someone to show themselves. I get up, still trying to overcome my laughing, and open the door. Our RA (residents assistant) is standing there with her backpack.
"Are you guys oookay?"
"Hmm?? Oh yeah, we're great! We're just fabulous! Morgan and I....Morgan and I were....Morgan and I are doing fabulously!"
We then commence to tell her the story of what just happened, along with lots of laughter accompanying the extravagant retelling. Apparently she thought we were being attacked or something....hahahahaha. I love it. But, I also love the fact that our RA is always ready to act, and will take not risks. It's pretty great. :)
P.S. I shared my last snicker with Morgan.
We have all come back from ward prayer, I start taking my nail polish off, and 4 snickers sit on my desk from the hall meeting an hour earlier. Morgan and I are just talking and then she takes one of my snicker bars. I don't care, I want them eaten, but I like to be dramatic sometimes.
*gasp* "Morgan! That's my snickers! How could you?"
She slowly opens it and starts walking out of the room.
"No!! You can't!"
She then closes the door and I rip it open and run after her as she dashes down the hallway. With my arms flailing around and my hair whipping around the shapely form of my head, I chase after her then I hurl my cotton ball at her as she skids into the kitchen and grabs the fridge to keep from falling to her death. But the cotton ball misses her and she now has a snickers in her hand from on top of the magnificent broom cupboard. She chucks it at me and says,
"HERE!"
The coveted candy hits my head and I fall into a mound of salmon and black color (my PJs), laughing until I can't breathe. She does the same. All sort of sounds are coming out of our mouths and I kind of push the kichen door against the wall a few times so it's making a bit of a racket.
All of a sudden.....*knock knock*
"Was that our door??" I crawl over to the door and look under the slit at the bottom to see if there are feet awaiting someone to show themselves. I get up, still trying to overcome my laughing, and open the door. Our RA (residents assistant) is standing there with her backpack.
"Are you guys oookay?"
"Hmm?? Oh yeah, we're great! We're just fabulous! Morgan and I....Morgan and I were....Morgan and I are doing fabulously!"
We then commence to tell her the story of what just happened, along with lots of laughter accompanying the extravagant retelling. Apparently she thought we were being attacked or something....hahahahaha. I love it. But, I also love the fact that our RA is always ready to act, and will take not risks. It's pretty great. :)
P.S. I shared my last snicker with Morgan.
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