Game Night

Last night was game night. We played Chicken Feet (some call it Chicken Foot), which is a domino game. In attendance were my cousins Janice and Jodi, my sister, niece and daughter. As usual we were loud, obnoxious and LOUD! That is one thing about our family - we don't do quiet so well and we're damned proud of it.

I made dinner and Kim, who thought that I didn't make enough, bought more dinner (Chinese food). So we ended up having enough food to feed my entire neighborhood, but of course we didn't share because we're pigs.

It's too bad that the lemon meringue pie and mini chocolate eclairs that Jodi and Jane brought over won't last a week. OK dammit, they're already gone. Yeah. Kim and Bran ate 'em all up, the whores.

::: whistling :::

As we began to play Chicken Feet, we had shots of Goldschlager Cinnamon Schnapps - that is with the exception of Jodi, who couldn't wait (Jodi you're such a lush) ===>>

And Jodi? I don't want to be no stoopit deckhand!

Then there was Mari acting her usual silly/bad-ass self, which is why we love her so much (she paid me to write this).

The highlight of the evening was seeing Brandy. She just graduated out of Naval school; she is now a fire fighter for the US Navy. She is based out of San Diego, but will be headed to Japan for about a month in less than two weeks.

Welcome back home, Bran -xoxo!