I'm competitive, folks. And my competitiveness is directly translated into violence.
Ask my poor roommate, Lila. I nearly killed her over a game of Taboo. And she was on my team.
Just last night, blood was drawn during Spoons.
|From my photo Pinboard (click here), which is littered|
with tons of other adorable kiddie photogs.
|The Sacrament Meeting ditchers: the know-it-all, the flirt, and the gamer|
|The run-away baby|
|The folding chairs, the accordion room-divider, and the music stand|
|The coat rack and two...CIA agents? Nope, just 20-somethings with scripture cases and callings|
|The waiter-in-line-to-meet-with-the-Stake-President; a typical Suburban parked out front|