cornhole

i had such high hopes- all of my adolescent giggling and tittering at the noun (verb?). and yet, the all american game of 2007 (and 8) has become the non-fat venti-oversized-purse-and-sunglasses-wearing-wii-playing fad. i should be grateful that i was able to take the hour and a half sanctioned lunch break for a "cook out and cornhole tourney" function at work today. many are less fortunate, and have to endure sara lee frozen bagels and john conti coffee sponsored meetings.

it was a jackson 5 soundtrack special.

i still hate cornhole. i think it is dumb, and for grown-ups who are too inebriated to walk in a straight line, but secretly like appetizers that are "infused" with garlic pesto a la mode on a souffle of redneck tourrine.

(i would far rather play twister).