Bushed and a Moral

Ohhhhh Monday, you're such a killer. Sometimes I wish we could just skip to Tuesday, but then that day would suck too. Such is life.   Anyway, today I have to share a hilarious story that happened to me this weekend.        Matt & I were playing Apples to Apples with his parents Friday night (after our steak dinner and while drinking yummy wine!)   Now if you don't know how to play the game- there's a catagory card such as "interesting" or "irritating" and everyone has 5 cards in their hand that they can choose from to match the category. They pick one and lay it face down on the table. The category picker then reads all of the answers and  chooses a winner, it could be anything they liked that made them laugh, or was the most literal.   Picture it: The category is "Disgusting" and Matt's dad is the Category Master for this round.   The answer choices we "played" were: Earwigs Brazillian Wax Political Parties   I kid you not, he says "Well if brazillian waxes are what I think they are, they win because those are disgusting. I like a little bush, not a hairless dog!"   ::dead:: Literally dead. Like I can't even go on.   So freaking funny the differences between generations!   And to impart a little wisdom on you, my bloggy friends, my moral of the story is this: Don't play games with your boyfriend's parents that involve awkward subjects like Brazillian Waxes.   That is all.   Pleaseee learn from my mistakes! Or don't, I'd love to hear your awkward parent stories too ;)