Sunday, March 4, 2012


So now that my heart is no longer black and full of hate, this post is all about letting the sunshine in. I've mentioned before that I'm kind of very lazy. So I don't always take advantage of nice weather, you know, by going outside and experiencing it. But recently I've had new incentive to actually get up off my ass and  leave the house. I am hooked on tailgate toss, AKA The Best Game Ever. And you can't play inside, let alone sitting down.

Since global warming, on its way to ending life as we know it, is providing the Northeast with a very mild winter, yesterday was warm enough to get a game going:

Ted sat and drank beer (who's the lazy one again?):

So I had to play with Andrew. Playing anything with a five year old is an exercise in frustration, and tailgate toss is no exception. It doesn't help that I don't like to lose. Even to a five year old. That belongs to me. Add that to the fact that I suck at tailgate toss and you have a recipe for disaster. 

My beanbags are light blue. Andrew's are dark blue. The point is to get the beanbags on the board/in the hole. Draw your own conclusions from these pictures:

In the second one you'll note that none of my beanbags are even close enough to the board to be in the picture. This is the conversation I had with Andrew at one point:

Andrew: I have three points and you have NONE! You're losing!!

Me: Yes. Although it's not really good manners to rub it in like that.

Andrew: Right. But you're still losing!

Clearly the child gets his sportsmanship from me (I have been known to flip over a Monopoly board once it becomes clear that I can't win the game). But I managed to pretend to be happy for him:

Then William joined in, totally cheating playing along with us:

Nana and her new dog Polo watched along the sidelines:

All in all, it was a wonderful day.

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March 5, 2012 at 9:45 AM

I love Williams face in that pic: priceless! From Desiree (the woman who buys cheap-ass toilet paper)

March 5, 2012 at 11:29 PM

Haha, too funny. I think I would like this, it doesn't actually require too much thought or exercise! Nice.

March 18, 2012 at 5:47 PM

Desiree, I know, it's like he KNOWS he's cheating! So funny. And you are forgiven for your TP-buying ways, of course!!

Sarah: No thought, no exercise, just an excuse to be in the open air drinking a beer. Or champagne. Or whatever floats your boat. It's really the perfect sport.


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