You Could Categorize Me as Competitive

Unbeknownst to most people in the world, I am quite the competitive little shit.


I'll wait while you stop laughing.

Truth be told, I am one of those assholes that is ridiculously competitive with board games.  Many a times in days gone by, have I threatened divorce when the ol' ball and chain bought four, FOUR, hotels on Boardwalk and Park Avenue, and my little thimble landed on one of his Trump-Like properties.

I may have, one time, stood up, grabbed the board game, money and all, and threw it to the other side of the room in anger.  I don't loose graciously, I just don't.  Look, it's my only flaw, and it's a bad one I get that.  

With that in mind, I look forward to our competitive games every holiday season with my in-laws.  It is SO fun.  Actually, it is SO fun only when I'm not loosing.  Pictionary is usually our game of choice, and I rock at drawing.  My penmanship could use some work, but my drawing abilities border's on the precision and detail of Mr. Leonardo Da Vinci.  I know I there anything I CAN'T do?  Reach items on high shelves without a ladder? Well, there you go.

Anyways, Pictionary at the in-laws is something of a tradition during the holidays and what makes it so fun is everyone is super competitive.  We will stay up to the wee hours of the morning, drinking beer (or whatever booze is available), furiously drawing as fast as our little fingers can go, and occasionally strolling into the kitchen to make a midnight snack of delicious holiday leftovers (did I mention my Mother In-Law is an AMAZING cook?  Cause she is).

I am so in love with the holidays and the joyous festivities that bring out the best in each other.  It really is all about family and friends during the holiday season...