After spending a long weekend with our good friends Julie and Dan up in Crivitz last month, we had plenty to reminisce about. Some things you plan for. Dinner at their favorite supper club. Taking a pontoon boat out on the lake. Going fishing in the morning.
The best memories are the ones you don't plan. For example, that Saturday night we had a scrappy game of Pictionary. Teams were guys versus girls, which included our friends' 9 year-old son and 12 year-old daughter.
Now, by 9 pm on a Saturday, we were pretty much like anyone else in Northern Wisconsin...half in the bag and feeling no pain. The difference though was that we were playing a game with children and adults, not sitting on a bar stool like we are used to.
Now, I'm as competitive as anyone, but Robyn really started taking offense to the guys' dominating ability at Pictionary, and soon most of her sentences started with "I'm sorry kids, but...." or "Excuse me kids, but..." and ended with something like "That fucking sucks!" or "Screw you guys! You're cheating!"
The night wound down and eventually we went to bed, and after we were home, we had forgotten about our expletive-laden behavior.
That was, until our friends were discussing with their kids whether or not they would like Uncle Pat and Aunt Robyn to watch them overnight while they went out of town.
"Yeah!" yells their son Danny. "We love them! They drink beer and swear!"
So there you go. We don't have any children of our own. But we can definitely be a bad influence on our friends'. Let us know if you need us to watch your kids as well. Just make sure there is beer in the fridge.
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