Mr. Beef

I've just come home from the first Sparkle Motion team meeting (it's not official, but I'm pretending like it is because I really like saying "Sparkle Motion"... Just try and do it without the jazz hands... I dare ya...), and I got a ver cool surprise.

It would seem that Mr. Beef is not only a sauce making-chef extraordinaire-khaki connoisseur-looking good in the tux-all around great guy, but he's also a baseball mitt angel. He went out of his way to pick me out the prettiest, softest, bestest three pitch mitt that ever was (pictured above). And he said he'd work it in for me using shaving cream and a freezer. And he just did it 'cause he's that kind of guy.

My soft spot for Mr. Beef was solidified somewhere between the guided tour of the Lego dream house, and the day he let Stanley sleep on his beloved Lazy-Boy. But now... Well, now I'm inclined to stop teasing him. And I'd probs go so far as to say I like him more than Beef.

Kidding. Kidding... Don't go all "me me me" on me Beef. You know you're my favorite one of all. For realsies, and beyond. Don't know what I'd do without ya.

(No, but seriously... He's that good...)