I thoroughly enjoy the little things in life, like finding crunchy leaves to step on. (BONUS: when you find $16 because you were looking at the ground for leaves to step on.)
I grew up as a military brat, so I've gotten really good at packing uHaul trucks. You haven't lived till you've driven a 26 foot uHaul with a full sized car trailer behind it in driving rain down an interstate.
I have two cats, named Snickers and Widget. I swear they're Pinky and the Brain reincarnated in real life. Snickers is super smart, and Widget...well, Widget is cute.
I love chocolate, I adore macaroni and cheese, and I just can't pass up a serving of frozen yogurt, all of which tells me one thing: I'm actually five.
Enlisting your wife to spy for you, and instructing your receptionist to not let in any of your friends? Now THAT'S how a game of tag should be played.
This group of ten 40-something guys came up with continuing the extreme game of tag they used to play in high school at a reunion in 1990. The game has been modified to reflect adult repsonsibiliites of jobs and kids. Therefore, it is only played in February...but in February, anything goes.
These guys have gone to extreme lengths to tag the others as "it". They've done everything from the guy hiding in the trunk of a neighbor's car who was in on the game to tag one of the guys inspecting it for sale, to traveling all the way to Germany to tag someone (although that tag was ruled ineligible because it happened outside of February on March 2nd. One of the guys even hid in the bushes outside his buddy's house in Boston for two days after a red eye flight from California. Unfortunately, his friend was out of town for the weekend, so he wound up staying "it" for another year.
So...who's up for a game of tag?