On Our Way To Crazy

TWO EXCESSIVELY GENIUS IDEAS I HAD TODAY

1. Aaron should only sign and manage bands with guys in them who are brothers. Then, he could change the name of the company to “Hey, Brother!”, and have the receptionist answer the phone a la Buster Bluth.

2. My extended family is very competitive. We have always been game players, for generations. There are legendary stories of games of 42 between my great-grandparents that ended with dominoes being thrown and my sweet little old great grandmother calling someone a HORSE’S ASS.

We’ve been tossing around the idea of having a family tournament of some kind during the Smith Family Christmas Extravaganza. Darts, maybe, or peanut, something fairly simple that kids and adults can play quickly. (There are fifty of us. It will take a while.)

Tonight at dinner we were discussing the logistics of the tournament. We decided there needed to be some kind of trophy that the winner would get custody of for the whole year. But what? What would be the perfect trophy idea, the best name for our tournament and our award?

Then we got it. We are going to find a plastic horse, glue it to a platform, spray paint the whole thing gold and attach a little sign – THE HORSE’S ASS AWARD.

Genius.