The cousins sure enjoyed getting together at Grandmother and Grandpa’s house! I didn’t know it at the time, but now I imagine our parents were thrilled to get a break from us! One of our favorite things was to pull out games like Trouble, Sorry!, and Uno. We could play those games for a long time. I guess we played other games, maybe Monopoly.
One of us got the bright idea of having the loser have to drink something distasteful if they lost. Being the oldest, that was probably my idea, and the idea was a good one. We all hated buttermilk, or at least I think we all did. I don’t know that I had ever had the guts to even try it but it sure looked nasty, so I assumed it tasted nasty too. So the idea was that,l whoever lost the game would have to drink some buttermilk. Them’s the rules.
Either Lisa or Stacy agreed with the concept and said that they could either drink buttermilk or chocolate milk, which at the time she really hated. Well, I didn’t see that one coming. And I realized that I was going to be doing my fair share of losing, so I quickly agreed that chocolate milk would probably be an even worse punishment than having to drink buttermilk. I mean, I could see she really hated that stuff so it was easy to pretend like I hated it just as much.
So sure enough, it came my turn to lose and I was like well, let’s just get it over with, I’ll choke down some chocolate milk. And I bravely did! It wasn’t until we got together at Chip and Lisa’s house in the fall of 2024 that I finally told them what I had done and how much I had always loved chocolate milk. How I got away with that I don’t know, but I must have had some good acting skills to pull that off.
Oh, and in case anyone is wondering, to my memory I haven’t touched a drop of buttermilk in my entire life, and the statute of limitations has long passed. So no, I’m not going to drink it now, and no I’m not going to play no more games lest I lose and have to drink some!
