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I don't really want to become a one-post-a-week blogger, but I'm not feeling inspired, so I'm going to just tell you some stuff that may or may not be of any interest.
We had friends over on Sunday of the long week-end, had a non-barbecue barbecue (I did everything in the slow cooker because Angus and Matt were in town but were at double-headers on Saturday and Sunday and I still think I'm going to blow myself up every time I light the barbecue). We played board games, which some of our friends do regularly but I almost never do because I hate most of them. Games that involve strategy, like this one, or this one? Hate them - I suck at them and find them tedious. Card games? Hate them - they make me wonder why everyone doesn't just read more. But I like trivia games and silly word games. My brother-in-law and his wife gave us this game for Christmas.
We played it at New Year's.
We had friends over on Sunday of the long week-end, had a non-barbecue barbecue (I did everything in the slow cooker because Angus and Matt were in town but were at double-headers on Saturday and Sunday and I still think I'm going to blow myself up every time I light the barbecue). We played board games, which some of our friends do regularly but I almost never do because I hate most of them. Games that involve strategy, like this one, or this one? Hate them - I suck at them and find them tedious. Card games? Hate them - they make me wonder why everyone doesn't just read more. But I like trivia games and silly word games. My brother-in-law and his wife gave us this game for Christmas.
This was extra funny, because I had already bought this game for our New Year's Eve party. |
We didn't even end up breaking open the Drunk one, Smart Ass was such a hit. We played it at Christmas... |
Then the kids kicked us out and played it at Christmas....
We played it at New Year's.
We played it on the May long week-end.
We played it at other random times in other people's houses. Here we have Smart Ass with a cat's ass.
Comments
I want Drunk Ass!
Also, I cannot barbeque because I'm also afraid I'd blow myself up.