Mmmmmyeah
I have checked the flist--you are all doing importantish or semi-sane things today...Or at least saner things than what I am about to do.
I need to go to the garage and paint bowling balls.
Oh, and a kilt on a duck.
No, really.
You see, Saturday is our 9th Annual Macho Bocce Ball Party, held every year in honor of my dad's birthday. Never heard of Macho Bocce Ball? It's because we invented it.
Have you ever heard of regular bocce ball? You take a small white ball and throw it out onto a perfectly flat grassy area, then take colored croquet-sized balls and roll them towards the small white ball. The person whose croquet ball is closest wins.
In MACHO BOCCE BALL *cue pyrotechnics and smoke machine* the grassy area is a FRONT LAWN, warped with permafrost and littered with sink holes, the small white ball is a HUNTING DUCK that's been shot a couple times, and instead of croquet balls we have--you guessed it--EIGHTEEN BOWLING BALLS. DUNDUNDUUUUH.
Most of the balls have been painted by now, but we always get a couple donations from people who find them at the dump or along the road etc. This year in honor of my year abroad the theme is SCOTLAND, which means i need to go paint plaid and a hairy coo on some of our last bare balls.
*waits for the snickers to die down*
Already in our repertoire are: The Golden Snitch, an Eye Ball, a Bee, Larry, Curly, & Moe (respectively), Goofy Wearing a Pirate Hat, and MUCH MUCH MOAR.
So...yeeeeah.
P.S. I FORGOT ABOUT THE ALIGATOR. You know those super-classy lawn ornaments you can get? I'm painting blood on its teeth today.
