How do you spell victory?

It's Monday night at the House of Cline and we decided to have family game night outside. We busted out the golf clubs, the long boards, bikes, and the playground ball. The oh-so-important playground ball. The ball that 10 minutes prior my husband had been threatening me with...that's right...threatening to kick my trash in a rousing game of FOUR SQUARE!! HA! Who plays that anymore?! That's so totally elementary school...We're grown adults...Who am I kidding. We were gonna have a battle. Much to my sugar boogar's disappointment the ball was flat....so we had to resort to plan #2. So what's plan #2?

ahem...pogs. Yeah, I said it. POGS FOOL! It was on like donkey kong. We busted out the pogs and prepared ourselves for all out war. It was a tense 20 minutes....sweat dripping from our brows. But alas, there had to be a champion....How do you spell victory? A-L-I-C-I-A!!! That's how! Bow chicka bow wow! It was a close match. I have the pictures to prove it. But victory was mine, and oh how sweet it tasted! Too bad we're playing four square tomorrow...he's totally gonna kick my trash! That's what happens when you're hubby's 6 foot 3 compared to my staggering 5 foot 2. I don't stand a chance, don't tell him that though! Oh yeah, the kids had a blast too!

The yin yang slammer that led me to VICTORY!

Our array of pogs...totally rad!

That's my "Come here Sucka!" face
The final verdict....mine's on the left...booya!