It's not a family holiday unless everyone is gathered around the tv, or staring at a laptop.
You'd think it was because we hate each other, but we all get along super well. The worst thing about the holidays is being reminded about how totally awesome my NorCal brothers are, and how much I wish I saw them more than a few times a year.
My kid brother called these his suitcases.
Family gatherings are always hilarious and entertaining. We're all smart, and we're all smart asses. We're competitive and snarky and a little stupid.
Which is how Sky and I, along with my husband, my oldest brother, and my oldest brother's wife (along with two of my friends who were playing over the internet from their celebrations), ended up in a weight gain contest.
Thanksgiving morning we all weighed in. The goal: gain the most weight by midnight. No scaling shit down for the skinny folks.
Sky ended up winning. He gained 11 pounds. I don't know how that is physically possible.
I gained six, which put me in second place.
I'm pretty proud of that disgusting number. The scale has been put away, but based on oogling my stomach in the mirror every time I go to the bathroom, the weight has all been lost again. BY POOPING. Obviously. This should surprise zero readers of this shitty blog.
Anyway, Sky ended the night by passing out with a beer as a pillow.
Other random pictures:
Life is good, man.
You'd think it was because we hate each other, but we all get along super well. The worst thing about the holidays is being reminded about how totally awesome my NorCal brothers are, and how much I wish I saw them more than a few times a year.
My kid brother called these his suitcases.
Family gatherings are always hilarious and entertaining. We're all smart, and we're all smart asses. We're competitive and snarky and a little stupid.
Which is how Sky and I, along with my husband, my oldest brother, and my oldest brother's wife (along with two of my friends who were playing over the internet from their celebrations), ended up in a weight gain contest.
Thanksgiving morning we all weighed in. The goal: gain the most weight by midnight. No scaling shit down for the skinny folks.
Sky ended up winning. He gained 11 pounds. I don't know how that is physically possible.
I gained six, which put me in second place.
I'm pretty proud of that disgusting number. The scale has been put away, but based on oogling my stomach in the mirror every time I go to the bathroom, the weight has all been lost again. BY POOPING. Obviously. This should surprise zero readers of this shitty blog.
Anyway, Sky ended the night by passing out with a beer as a pillow.
Other random pictures:
Life is good, man.
What is on the dogs tail in the second from last pic?!
ReplyDeleteI avoid the scale like the plague the days after Thanksgiving. No weighing until I've taken at least three good shits.
ReplyDeleteKnowing what I do about you from the blog world, I can only imagine that a family holiday at your house would be a really good time :)
ReplyDeleteI'm in awe of your six pound shit.
ReplyDeleteOh to be a pet at your Thanksgiving! We had two dogs at ours and the only thing they did "cute" was my dog showing up in one of her many bandannas. Nobody had ribbons and bows. I'm thinking of using my jingle bell hair ties on Lady at the next one. That wouldn't be annoying at all...
ReplyDeleteI enjoy your little brother's suitcases!
Even though I stalked and followed along, I am still impressed with Sky's weight gain. I think I lost weight that day. I actually went to bed hungry. Who does that on Thanksgiving??