For all of you who are not related to me by blood, I’m sorry, but this will make no sense to you. For those of you who are, cheers.
I’m goin on a trip to Heber and I’m taking my accordion, my Nabisco crackers, my sleeping bag, my goobers, my stand-up comedy kit, my Tahitian Treat 24-pack, my killer tree tape, my effervescent tablets, my sister’s swimming suit, my tasty Fig Newton, my nimbus, my solar-powered automobile, my egg costume, my epilepsy medicine, my eccentric family, my Yanni CD, my disco shoes, my slippery sandals, my Spock mannequin, my nappy rotten banana, my anabolic steroids, my Stradivari, my irritating blister, my right-on-feelings-of-brotherly-love, and everything else.
1. Patty
2. Paul
3. Liz
4. Mike
5. Barbara
6. Greg
7. Isaac
8. Camille
9. Sarah
10. Dave
August 6, 2007 at 5:06 am
What about those of us who are related to you by blood but to whom this still makes little or no sense?
August 6, 2007 at 7:19 am
Ummm, party game?
Is this like “I’m having a party, and you can come if you wear…” and then you go around the circle and the kids have to figure out they are supposed to say whatever it is the kid sitting next to them is wearing?
If not then, well, I didn’t get it at all. Cheers!
August 6, 2007 at 12:11 pm
I remember that night! We were playing the same game in the car just a few weeks ago and Liz tried to resurrect the order–now did you have that written down, or do you actually remember it?
Good luck on your move!
August 6, 2007 at 2:43 pm
Awesome! I wrote it down in my journal that night. Is that also how you remembered?