Oversized...

We leave family camp tomorrow.

Wahhhh!

In honor of that I present to you a list of oversized things I potentially need to steal from Kanakuk Family Camp:

Thing, the first:

Dominoes. 

I provided you with a picture of my feet to give you a sample of the size of these babies.

They were spongy and foamy and I wanted to chew on them.

Connect Four.

I think my Dad could potentially make this.

Go, Dad, go.

Chess.

Maybe if I had a set at home that was this big I would actually learn how to play. 

This skillet:

Okay, so maybe I don't need this skillet but I kind of love it. 

I already have an oversized ladle.

See....the ladle.

You know when comedians are doing their thing and they tell jokes about women wanting to overshare all the time and all the men groan?

Yeah, that's not really me and Billy. 

I'm not much of a 'sharer.'

I'm not all: "lets share our feelings about this issue."

I'm more of a "lets just assume he knows how I feel about this issue."

Yeah...it doesn't always work so well. 

Here's an example:

This morning I looked at him and said "It really hurt my feelings when you blah, blah, blahed"

The 'blah, blah, blahed'?

It was 13 years ago. 

THIRTEEN YEARS.

That was the first time I had ever told him that it bothered me. 

I'd tell you what the 'blah, blah, blahed' was but it's really not that interesting. 

See, it takes me awhile. 

Enter the ladle.

See, Billy is always talking about how he needs a big ole ladle to scoop stuff out of me so he'll know what I'm thinking. 

One year at the local hardware store I saw a gigantic ladle. 

It must have been some sort of horse feeding something or other. 

I don't know. 

But, I wrapped it up and gave it to him for Christmas. 

Now it's hanging in our kitchen and he periodically threatens to use it if I don't let him know what I'm thinking. 

Hello, Rabbit Trail...

Sheesh, sorry. 

What were we talking about. 

Oh year, oversized things. 

Here is something that was oversized that I'm not taking home with me:

This possum. 

I surprised him when I was heading to work out early one morning. He just looked at me like, 'what's your problem?'

So, the possum can stay.

We have plenty of those at home.