horse, kind of…
by KaceySo one way to cheer myself up is to play basketball with my son. Horse. Do you know how to play it? Well, basically you take five different shots and try to be the first one to get H-O-R-S-E. One letter for each shot you make. Okay, but my boys call it…um, Peni_–well, part of their anatomy. You don’t think I’m actually going to type that word on my blog??? I’m getting weird enough search terms from google as it is! I’m not adding that one.
So anyway, I can usually hold my own in HORSE..or Peni_… But I have that bum shoulder, so I really was awful. So my son offered to shoot left handed. I’m thinking “how sweet”. Of course then I realize he’s my left handed son 
We played this over at my mom’s the other day. She comes outside and asks “What ARE you playing??” 
“Nothing, mom” 
Anyway, I’ll endulge of one more night of chocolate, wine, and wallowing. Then back at it tomorrow. But note to editors: Please don’t double my pleasure next time. One rejection a day is enough!
That’s er…an interesting name.
Glad you had fun, though!!
Hugs on the R.
Hugs on the rejection, Kacey. Good idea to take our your frustration on a basketball, but ouch! on the shoulder.
Wallow days suck. I’m sorry.
I’m a terrible mother. We play PIG - shorter game.
Me, too. Pig all the way! That’s enough for me!!
Luckily, my kids don’t play H-O-R-S-E…yet. My son has the athletic ability of a cabbage and the same level of interest. My daughters are too little.
Wallow away! Sometimes we need to do this. In fact today is my day.
Sorry about the R’s. But chocolate, wine and wallowing sounds good to me!
This is my favorite saying -
so just know I’m totally stealing this smiley for future use.:smile:
I haven’t played HORSE for years, and I’ve never played your version.
Wallow away. You’re totally entitled.
Your kids are so funny!
Enjoy the rest of your wallowing!
My daughter and I play Horse every day. Or horseshit, if we’re not ready for the game to end and we want to play longer …
Hugs on the R.