I had forgotten how much fun weddings are. The last one I went to was, well, mine.
- McGee surrounded by all the groomsmen, dancing the Cupid Shuffle. She was WAY better at it than all of them. She - fortunately - was also the only one sober. We're super happy no one fell on her.
- We got a new pet out of the whole deal. A fish. The IHPs have named him Gusher. I have a feeling that unless someone from SeaWorld shows up on my doorstep -- and damn quick -- we're going to have to rename him Flusher, and then introduce the children to another important rite of passage. *sigh* They'll probably argue who gets to flush. Only in my house is a funeral a full contact sport.
And, with that aneurysm-inducing mental image, I'm out.
Oh, and Bride...HAPPY WEDDING. McLovin and I are totally sending you to Cancun. And we got you a washing machine. You're welcome.
*OK. Technically it's not a drinking game, it's a who-gets-to-go-first-determiner. But the more wine Lydia has, the more she wants to play it, and the more she sucks.
First, a brief lesson of the rules:
Got it? So, when you hang out with Lyd, say things like "Let's order pizza..." and then you play the game to see who pays. She has five options. She never picks one of them. She picks things like donut hole (circle shape with fingers) or high five or she just starts laughing when you get to the part where you say "...Lizard Spock!" and I'm pretty sure the Official Rock Paper Scissors Lizard Spock Rules say if you put up nothing, you lose...or drink more...
It's also how I get out of teaching Sunday School at church. Point is: Best. Game. Ever.
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