Speaking of Michigan: found out today that one of my coworkers grew up in Saginaw. We both nearly fell off our chairs when we realized we know some of the same people/places from back home...
So a group of men (old/70s to young/20s) walked into the museum store this afternoon, looking pleasantly confused. I walked over to greet/help them - (WAIT; did I mention one of the younger guys had INCREDIBLY beautiful eyes? And a great smile? And more than slightly resembled Zachary Levi? Because that NEEDS to be mentioned...) ::dreamy sigh::
So ANYWAYS, it turns out the company they work for split them up into groups of six and sent them out on a scavenger hunt. So this is why I ended up wandering around on the museum's third floor, helping them find a) a giant book in our immigrant exhibit, and b) our life-size replica of a cow. (Her name is Buttercup, FYI).
An hour later: I'm dangling from the fifth step of a ladder, leaning over two displays of glass beer mugs, trying to hang a marionette puppet (made in the likeness of Gaylord Anton Nelson) from the ceiling. And for those of you who don't know this about me: I'm the type of person who is thrilled to the bone to drop 350 feet on a roller coaster, but panics if I have to lean even slightly over a one-story balcony. So there I am, trying to hook a creepy-as-heck puppet onto the ceiling, with two coworkers taking turns holding the ladder and panicking over the possibility of me falling into a giant display of glassware.
Suffice it to say: my day was ridiculous.
Heh, that picture even looks like you! :D You make me want to visit your museum and it's life-size cow.
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