During my recovery period........we've had to get creative about fun things I can do.
Stop it; I'm not gonna post about that!
Last weekend we had Neurotically Yours and The Keeper families over for dinner and a good old fashion game of SPOONS!
After the baby, bunnyboo went to bed the kids got in on the action: All 10 playing at the same time.
Now if I were a betting woman I would have placed my money on the kids being the most, well, most everything. Most loud, most argumentative, most competitive, most aggressive....... And I would have lost everything.
Seems The Keeper drank some competitive juice that night! After the first few hands she kicked it up a notch. And her stupid husband tried to fight her for the last spoon. So she......
In her defense, she had the spoon first and he tried to strong arm it out of her hands. That seemed to be his M.O. for the night. We had begun the game using plastic spoons but there was too much breakage and some who shall remain unnamed were using them for shanks! (I am only allowing us to remain unnamed because when it was all said and done I think each of us had tried out our prison weapon).
Now usually Tami is the highly competitive one but she had never played before so she was getting out on the first round for the first few sets. Sure she cursed and threw her cards across the table, but no one was physically hurt by her actions.
Ironically, The Keeper was actually kicking almost every one's butt (she and My Man were going back and forth with winning) but that seemed to only enhance her efforts.
I backed out of what was (unbeknown to us) the last round. My foot was swelling and aching and it had been stepped on once or twice it the ruckus! (Thanks BudMan)
The night ended short when the last spoon clattered to the floor between Dustin's legs and The Keeper dove across the coffee table to get it before Dustin and it broke. The coffee table. Not Dustin.
Moral to this night: Only bring out the good silverware but hide the furniture when these families get together!