After my aunt and uncle left this evening to take their friends to the airport, the cousins and three of their friends (total: 7 kids) decided to engage in a friendly game of American Idol. I’m not exactly sure what the rule to this particular game entailed, but from what I could see, the were as follows:
1. You must be wearing a bathing suit.
2. You must wear Aunt Kim’s black high-heeled boots to sing.
3. You cannot sing in Sim (Sim being the language that the people talk in on The Sims – that dumb computer game).
4. If you suck, people throw shoes at you.
I’m sure you can imagine where this is going — especially if you’ve read my past entries about the screaming that can go on in this house. Friendly promptly turned into violent, and I wasn’t sure whether I should be more worried about Sammy falling on her face or poking Franky’s eyes out with those boots.
After some quick thinking, I soon rectified the situation by leading a choir of bathing suit-clad kids and a cat in a terribly discordant rendition of the Spongebob Squarepants song.
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In other news, today I got to eat lunch at the Top of the World restaurant in the Stratosphere Tower. Then Kristin and I rode the Big Shot – the free-fall ride on top. I screamed. After it was over, I had to ask, “Um, did I say any bad words? I’m sorry if I did.” Kristin insisted that I didn’t, but I can’t remember clearly enough to verify that.
We went to see the white tiger at the Mirage, and then we came home and I’ve spent more than three hours on hold with Gateway support due to the abrupt way that my wireless network card decided to cease functioning.
And, last but not least, the Scandalous Fam of Chi Omega has a new addition! I am a Great Great Grand-Big! I’m so excited. I hope I get to meet my new Great Great Grand-Little sometime when I go back East. I love my Chi-O fam so much – Sarah, Jenn, and Melissa (and Zelmi and Jen S.), you are the BEST sisters I could have asked for!
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Good lord, I think they’re still singing downstairs. “OOOOOOOOOOh, who lives in a pineapple under the sea?…” Craziness.
