I've turned into a moron

I have turned into a total klutz and I have somehow forgotten everyday words. I have stubbed my toe(s) numerous times in the past week, banged my head (really hard) with the closet door, spilled countless cups of water, and dropped everything from phones to bags.

Also, lately, I know exactly what I am trying to say but instead of one word, another comes out. The other day I said I needed to go upstairs to grab a toothpick, when I meant to say q-tip. This happens more times than I can count on a daily basis. The worst part is, half the time, I don’t even realize I used the incorrect word until 5 minutes later.

I have reread this blog about 20 times to make sure I typed what I meant to type.

Pocket Shock It

Kenny's brother, Kris, gave him this game when he came out for Christmas. You can have from 1-4 players. Each person holds a corner and a song begins to play. When the song stops and a red light appears in the middle, everyone has to squeeze their corner. The last person to do so gets shocked. Like, really shocked! Kenny made me play until I lost and, let me tell you, I am not a fan.

Then after some delicious beverages, we all decided to try it between various body parts. Skin has to be in contact with both sides, so the armpit seemed like a genius place to try.

An injury is in Kenny's future

Kenny will be playing in a dodgeball tournament this Saturday. That is pretty much all the information I received. Oh, and the winning team gets $1000 and free Chick-fil-a for a year.

Grown men playing dodgeball...someone is definitely going to get hurt and guess who my money is on.