Yesterday after my family finished a delectable Christmas dinner, Eboogie, Moose and I decided to embark on a little excursion in an effort to alleviate feeling like a gluttonous mass. Eboogie put on her babushka and the three of us headed out in the balmy 50° Christmas air for a walk around the neighborhood.
As we were walking and chatting, Moose stopped suddenly with a quizzical look on his face. Eboogie and I followed his perplexed gaze which was fixated on the front lawn of a house we were passing. A front lawn that was covered in snow and had a snowman.
We looked to the lawn on the left.
No snow.
We looked to the lawn on the right.
Again, no snow.
We walked up to the lawn and touched it. It was real snow.
As we were standing there theorizing about the origins of this meteorological phenomena, a man walked out of the house. Thinking he was going to shed some light on what we were witnessing, we waited patiently for him to speak.
He didn’t.
Instead, he picked up a pre-made snowball from the front lawn and heaved it at us. We stood there confused for a second before moving out the path of the oncoming projectile. The snowball landed harmlessly in the middle of the street.
The three of us looked at the snowball, looked at each other, and then collectively looked at the man.
He brushed the snow off his hands and walked back inside the house. Without a word.
We kept walking.
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Nice story...
Now, how 'bout that Rocky review?!??!?
haha
p.s. I would have definitely pegged him back with a snowball and started a:
"Snowball snowball snowball FIGHT!"
Although I can imagine that experience left you with your jaw slightly open with a puzzled look on your face.
It was the strangest thing. He was definitely waiting to throw snowballs at people. We were all completely baffled.
Well, technically we give until 12/31 just in case you have some slacker friends. However, I counted last night, and we have 39.
To quote Kayla..."Score!"
I think I am right around 30. I haven't counted. I am not willing to concede until Sunday!
It's over McD...
al la
"You can't win Rock!" Adrian shouted.
My stats (Not that I am competing).
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"No, maybe I can't win. Maybe the only thing I can do is just take everything he's got. But to beat me, he's going to have to kill me. And to kill me, he's gonna have to have the heart to stand in front of me. And to do that, he's got to be willing to die himself. I don't know if he's ready to do that. I don't know."
Do not get into a Rocky quote off with me!
What scares me about that quote is the fear that he says that DURING the fight... I think that is far too cognitive to say during battle... so I hope he says that to his son before it in the locker room or something...
Perhaps my all time favorite Rocky quote:
"Rock, do you have anything derogatory to say about the Champ?"
"Yeah... He's pretty great."
Final tally....Mato 36 cards. Looks like I didn't build enough momentum at the end :-(
Yeah, we win again (yawn, yawn...) with a grand total of 47. Better get some new friends for next year.
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