This last weekend Zach and I participated in one of my favorite traditions: Cabinoference. Every April and October my parents pick a few lucky participants to join them at the cabin that was built using my and my brothers' child slave labor. I love it now, but back when I was 9 carrying rocks and planting bug bombs was met with much protestation and attempts to hide out in the bathroom.
The only Cabinoference rules are:
1) Relax as much as possible
2) Bring enough delicious food to feed 12 times the amount of people actually present
Zach: For those who don't know, Clarissa and I like to make little competitions out of just about anything. For example, earning the most money during the summer: Clarissa; foosball: Clarissa; least student debt: Clarissa; and so on and so forth.
We got up there and Dad put us right to work. Zach provided awesome slave labor. In fact, I'm pretty sure he positively enjoyed it.
Zach: I did enjoy it. One thing though, one does not "dig" in Utah. One "de-rocks" the earth. This is me smashing rocks into pieces small enough to pry from the ceramic clay that makes up the state. But... it did make me feel pretty manly.
Zach: Winner and feeling manly
Rissa: Winner for just watching him do his thing
Final ping pong games score:
Rissa: 11 games
Final Lost Cities score:
This brings our all time game score to 50:50. Yes, we really are that geeky that we've been keeping track. And yes, we are statistically that well matched.
I love this picture of my parents. I'm a winner just for having them around. Or maybe THEY are the winners for having such a great kid. Plus have you ever seen such gorgeous colors?
I included this next picture because a) you can see the cabin and b) you can see the amazing leaves and c) you can see my awesome hair, courtesy of the Zach Salon. Way to go babes.