Blizzard Blogging - Part 7
Cabin fever has taken its toll. DJ, gone crazy in the head from being barred from the outdoors due to the six - SIX! - inches of snow laid upon us in the Storm o' Death 2005, hit the liquor cabinet when no one was looking. He drained the Jack, guzzled the tequila and practically snorted the rum before anyone noticed he wasn't in the living room. Even though he was plastered, we decided to let him join our game of Apples to Apples. Well. I had no idea my son was such an angry drunk. We put up with him throwing his cards around, bitchslapping his sister and calling his uncle "unclefucker," but we drew the line when he stood on the table and sang "My Way" Sid Vicious style.
So my husband and my brother-in-law rolled him. Took all the candy gum and out of his pockets, grabbed his Apples to Apples card and threw him out the door into the snow.
We'll let him back in as soon as he sobers up.
Comments
Wait a Minute!! Is that boy wearing PINK gloves?
heh, good posts here, michele. Armageddon weather is what we up in Canada call January. Enjoy the storm.
Posted by: Dr_Funk | January 22, 2005 05:58 PM
Yes, my son has a thing for pink.
Don't ask.
Posted by: michele | January 22, 2005 05:59 PM
YES!!!
APPLES TO APPLES is an awesome game!
Posted by: boz | January 22, 2005 06:00 PM
Crap...that reminds me of a particularly egeregious episode in my own formative years having to do with a bell jar of various liqours puloined from my parents, snow, sleds, and a golf course.
There were snow angels from hell that night. And in the morn as well.
Posted by: spd rdr | January 22, 2005 06:02 PM
I cna't type...don't bother asking why.
Posted by: spd rdr | January 22, 2005 06:03 PM
Holy crap, Michele! That was possibly the funniest thing I've read anywhere, ever. hoo! My ribs ...
I hope he sobers up soon. I'd hate to see the kind of snow angels he'd make all liquored up.
Posted by: SharonO | January 22, 2005 06:22 PM
Greeeat ... now I can't stop singing UncleFucker!
Posted by: Sharon | January 22, 2005 06:24 PM
Tough love.
Good parents.
He'll thaw.
Posted by: leelu | January 22, 2005 06:42 PM
Your cruelty is beautiful, Michele. ;-)
He'll learn his lesson, that is unless he ends up like Jack Nicholson at the end of The Shining.
Posted by: Big Brother | January 22, 2005 07:28 PM
Sharon! Dude! How the hell are you?
Michele, what did I tell you about not locking up the liquor when DJ was home?
Posted by: Meryl Yourish | January 22, 2005 08:10 PM
Meryl! Dude! :)
Still plugging away. Back in school (again) and hoping to make myself more marketable. You still in Richmond? I have a vested interest just south of you. Girl, we need to catch up!
(sorry, Michele, it's been ages! Who says storms don't bring people together?!)
Posted by: SharonO | January 22, 2005 09:43 PM
Apples to Apples rocks.
But you really wanna get things rollin'? Get Sequence! Resentments galore.
Posted by: Timmer | January 23, 2005 02:30 AM
That kid of yours cracks me up big time.
Posted by: Faith | January 24, 2005 12:35 PM