I'm not even quite sure how to start out this post.
My family likes to play games.
On Christmas though (I'm struggling to find a delicate way of saying this.) we like to celebrate with a rousing game called...A$$ho!e.
I actually considered making up a pretend name for blogging purposes, but then I'd feel like a big, fat liar, so I'm just going with the truth.
My family plays Asshole on Christmas.
There, I said it.
And here's what this year's game looked like...
First, the boys fashioned an A-Hole worthy hat.
Then Ross decided to model the hat for us to commemorate the first year he was old enough to play A-Hole. (It's a drinking game, so if you're not 21, you get to spend the evening in another room, watching movies and playing video games with all the other Under-21'ers.)
The fact that my uncle's house is adorned with antlers, bear skins and weaponry only makes these photos better.
And then, the game began...
That's my sister's stank-face (and believe me, you never want to be the reason for my sister's stank-face.)
And then my little cousins got into an arguement (No, I'm not joking.) because one was sure that the other was cheating.
And for a moment, it looked like our game might end.
That's when my sister started a disco dance-party, and all was made right again...
No clue why Ross is dancing with a Guinness World Records book.
And once the Under-21'ers heard the music playing, they joined in as well.
I know they're all blurry...But cutting a rug to Play That Funky Music White Boy, while simultaneously trying to take pictures is much harder than one might think.
And then, the Under-21'ers were told to go back to their room.
Because us grown-ups had a very serious game to get back to.
Yes, that's me.
Disco Dance-Party #2.
Back to the game once again.
Seagram's Pineapple Coconut Wine Coolers...For the Manly-Man in you.
Another break (for snacks and dating advice this time.)
And then one, last round.
And then Jesse Ray told me to meet him in the garage, where we proceeded to laugh until our stomachs hurt about all the cards he had been hiding up his sleeves.
And then we decided to take pictures, so that days later, when our family was checking out the Christmas photos on my blog, they would find out why they lost the last three rounds of the game.
And just when we thought the whole situation couldn't get any funnier, my sister and Josh Downs came down to the garage to find us.
And began posing for pictures.
Oblivious to the fact that they were posing with the very cards that has cost them the game.
And then we all had a slumber party at my Uncle Brad's house.
And that was the end to a very, merry Christmas.