One if you care, Kim if by sea...

I’ll admit it’s still fun to play board games, even if it’s with my parents and their friends. So what? If you don’t give into having fun that means the terrorists have won… Anyway, so I was playing Catchphrase with said group of people above and if you haven’t played the game before here’s a quick run down:

Basically it’s this little handheld device in which a person/place/thing/phrase appears and you have to have your teammates guess the word without saying the word or any part of the word in your clues. There’s also a timer in the form of an obnoxious yet anxiety producing beep that speeds up as the round goes on.

So it’s my turn and the word Batman appears, HOW EASY RIGHT? Except not for me… in my efforts to have my team succuessfully guess the word I gave the following clues:

Superhero, black outfit, friends with Robin, BRUCE WILLIS….

Rewind, I really wanted to communicate to my team the Batman’s real life persona which is actually Bruce Wayne, not the Die Hard actor Bruce Willis. There’s nothing worse then a group of 50 somethings staring at me like “oh poor Kim”

About a month ago, I find myself at my boyfriends house and as luck found us, his friend Desmond accidently set the garbage on fire (well just smoking, due to embers). We see the garbage can smoking and Will automatically grabs a pot that was laying in the sink with water and goes to throw it in the garbage can. I jump up to exclaim “NOT WATER THAT WILL MAKE IT WORSE” … Will & Desmond look at me shake their heads and proceede to put the water into the garbage can. What was I thinking?! I just knew that in some cases (aka a grease fire) water is not such a hot idea. I just got nervous!

Which brings me to my next hilarious thing I’ve said recently. I was at a bar with my friend Meg post dinner and a drunky drunk drunk found himself to our table and starts talking to Meg. He’s basically just talking, and talking and getting annoying. He looks at me and asks “why do you keep looking at me like that” to which I reply “Well you’re sort of like a Charlie Brown Christmas tree”…. He gives me the puppy dog head tilt, and was confused. I further explain “ya know, like not quite a full Christmas tree with all the glitz & glamour, more like the little Charlie Brown tree” … whoops sorry guy! Goodnight.