Game Night at the Wilsons'

Ken and I decided to ban television-oriented entertainment and instead run to the old-fashioned manner of amusement....a family game night. We broke open Ken's new box of Monopoly and dealt, rolled, and betted our way into a frenzy.

Oh, my goodness. Funny how when you don't play a game like this in, oh, fifteen years, you forget the roles (as in, "I have no remaining shred of memory regarding how to play this game"....none of this, "I think I can remember... let's just remember as we go.")

Also, funny how you don't realize how intensely competitive you are until you get head to head with your opponent....namely, your beloved spouse. We started off feeling sorry for each other whenever we had to hand over rent or payments. By the end, we were slapping dollar bills to keep from throwing them, and obscene (well, not really) comments could be heard muttered from our mouths, ever so subtly.

What a great way to spend an evening. What a great way to test a marriage.

Tomorrow....another round? Or perhaps Star Wars RISK?

(Link to Ken's writeup about the skirmish: here
Link to Ken's other photos of the battle: here)

(Currently playing in iTunes: "Hung Up" - Madonna)
(I'm sorry, but she's one of the best artists and has been for a long time. I can't stay away. Must....buy....must.....listen.....)

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