So we moved indoors and played games like old times, and new times too.
Our Grandpa use to play this one card game with us, and we were all trying to remember how to play it.
Good thing Grandma was there to remember for us.
THen we played this ridiculous and depressing game called LIFE.
I have played it before, oh yes, but never before did I find it to sting so. All you do in this game is make tons of money every second, which is nothing like real Life, and have babies every minute until you have to get a second little minivan, which maybe is like somebody's Life? And you go to college, but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters in this game except money. i thought I was going to learn something.
Snap, it's eatin' time!
My dad made the best Turkey i think I've ever had, except for the one I cooked mostly myself that one time, and that only tasted good because it tasted like success. This one tasted good because of butter.
Then we all weighed twenty pounds too much, so we went for a walk around the neighborhood.
In your face, neighbors!
The jumping photo is hard to capture correctly.
So then I drove back to New Hope, and before I went all the way back to Mom's, I cruised the strip in the ol' town. This was where I was first employed as an ice cream scooping servant. I say servant because our boss lived upstairs and sometimes we had to do his laundry...ewwwww! But there was a Manischweitz flavoured ice cream kind...mmmmmmmm. All the free Snapple totally made up for it. Remember when we all drank Snapple?