We're funny... RACE DAY BABY!!!

 We had our finance team Christmas party at K-1 Racing... and Deadra and I are FUNNY

We walked around the office all day like this...

but I only made one race (out of work late) and ultimately I got my butt kicked!




Such a fun day and thankful for this team of peeps including me!

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