I've been having strange flavor combo cravings that just don't work out. I'm going to share them here, just in case you're ever possessed to try them - don't. Pickles and pink lemonade - yuck. Chocolate sorbet and marshmallows - no. Fruit pie and chocolate soy milk - meh. Oh, and the marshmallows gave me heartburn. Or perhaps the egg whites in the sorbet did. Either way, no fun.
So, in non-baby related news - Donkey Basketball. I first came across this term a couple weeks ago while visiting my grandma - it was advertised on the reader-board at the school across the street from her house. I thought it was a variation of the game Horse. Alas not. Jason learned this week that it is, in fact, exactly like it sounds (when he said that to me, I thought, "Donkeys actually playing basketball?!?" but not that exact). It's almost exactly like it sounds - people riding donkeys and playing basketball. To raise funds for charity.
Let me say that again - Donkey Basketball is a charity game in which people ride donkeys and play basketball.
I'm not sure I've ever heard anything more ridiculous. Upon hearing the description, I almost jumped out of bed and started packing - I can't believe I live in a town where that is: 1) considered an actual activity; 2) people pay money to watch it; and 3) so many people pay to watch it that it can be used as a fundraiser. You know I love small town living, but this is asking too much. Despite it being completely and utterly asinine, I worry about the donkeys. They can't be having any fun and probably get hurt.
So, there you go, people. Donkey Basketball. I just Googled the term and it's apparently not unpopular. I don't have the stomach to post any pictures. And I don't want such images disgracing my site - it's bad enough I felt compelled to write about it.
And don't you just know - my child will grow up to become a champion Donkey Basketball player. And yes, I'll attend every game.