pictionary winners.

The cabin was pretty cool this weekend. Although it was in an area where there were about 50 other cabins and we had no privacy (like we really needed any), the view was lovely. The girls shopped, the guys watched football and we ate like pigs all weekend. This time, the girls were the only ones to play Pictionary, which brings me to my favorite quote of the weekend: my mom asks my dad "Are you going to play the game with us?" to which he replies "no, I don't have time." His ass was completely plastered to the couch, therefore, he didn't have time to pry it off. And those of you who know my dad can just hear him saying it in his hateful, impatient tone. I think the people on Mount LeConte could hear us laughing. Here are the drawing winners:

My sister Pam's version of a nose and a cheerleader. Looks more like a roller skate and a stick figure with it's hands on fire.
My mom claimed she didn't remember what an ant looked like (well, not like a slug!) and the indian she drew looked like it had been shot once in each cheek instead of the warpaint she was trying for. When I said this to her, she replied "Well, it was wartime."

My sister Belinda's idea of an alligator in a swamp. Obviously, no one guessed it.

I had some doozies myself, but I'll let the others have the spotlight of embarrassment. We are not artists. I think my niece Sarah drew better than any of us. How very sad. On another interesting note, there were arcade games in the basement. I mean real ones-Pac Man, Frogger, Donkey Kong-and they were free. My nephew Matthew spent the entire time playing those. And when my brother Brad reached the 12th level on Galaga, Matthew had an all new respect for him. Uncle Brad was idolized the rest of the weekend. My brother Brent and his wife did the same thing as always-he joked and kidded while she tore him a new asshole every 5 minutes, making whatever he said even more funny.

Since every commercial break was made up of 95% Harold Ford and Bob Corker shit slinging political commercials, the guys had a kick out of those. "Bob Corker let 10,000 illegal immigrants work for his company and his wife is a whore. I'm Harold Ford and I approve this message." or "Harold Ford missed 5,267 votes and he fucked a playboy bunny in his local church. I'm Bob Corker and I approve this message." I can't wait until this election is over. I didn't vote and I'll tell you why with a quote straight from South Park-"It's like choosing between a douchebag and a shit sandwich." My friends that live out of town-well, sorry you had to miss this one.

And I will leave you with this final thought. I told 2 different people what I was doing this weekend-one I work with, the other some stranger that asked what I was doing in the Sevierville area-and they both had the same comment: "Your family gets along that well? Wow, it must be nice." Yes, it is.