So at Christmas with my in-laws we played Dirty Santa/White Elephant/Screw Your Neighbor... wait, scratch that last one, that's a drinking game.
The present I ended up with, was a 3 foot tall, skinny, glass vase. I had no way to get it home, even if I'd wanted to. I didn't want to. Instead, I decided we should put beer in it. This seemed totally appropriate at the time.
I started us off.
Then Rob got into the game.
(Sorry for the blur. All technology hates me and I am incapable of buying a decent piece of anything but shit.)
Finally, my mother-in-law, Sheila, proved once again, how freakin' rockin' cool she is.
You didn't know it at the time, but this was your elementary school counselor. Or could've been, if you were lucky.
I love Christmas with the In-Laws