Tonight for G-dog's bachelorette party, we had a girls' night in. Read Miss S's amusing account here. I'm just here to post this picture:
It's a version of Jenga that has questions printed on the pieces - you're supposed to get other party attendees to answer them. (It's recommended for ages six and up, which makes some of the questions a little inappropriate.) G-dog's mom and I agreed we just don't index memories that way. Like, if I have to tell my most embarrassing moment, I can't think of a single one. I have been seriously embarrassed plenty of times, believe you me, and when I'm reminded of those moments, they come riiiiight back to me in all their gory detail. But they aren't, like, filed under "embarrassing."