While enjoying a night out with my friend Victory this weekend, we happened upon a party and participated in a few rounds of Balderdash. I normally love this game and was excited to scribble down one of the best definitions I have memorized.
Scribble doesn’t even cover it. Scribbling is still English.
I apparently completely lose hand eye coordination after a few (ok, More than a few) adult beverages. Not to say that my normal writing is much to (pun intended) write home about, but seriously. I appreciate that I at least made a few attempts to make it legible.
Fail. Not surprisingly this is the same evening that I woke up Tigger to let me in the house because I’d lost my keys – only to find them hanging around my neck. Oy.