Mr. WestBerryMom recently cleaned off the shelves in the boys' room to make a place for them to put their clothes and underwear. From the shelves he pulled our collection of board games, some sewing supplies, and boxes of buttons.
The boys instantly became interested in the games. They opened Monopoly and played for several nights. Cranium Cadoo and all of its little pieces were strewn across the living room.
It's sad, but I HATE games. I don't enjoy cards, puzzles, or hide and seek.
I considered elementary school gym class and recess to be the highest forms of torture because of jump rope and tag.
Baby and bridal showers...all good, except for...yep...the games.
Over the past year I'd noticed someone close to me seemed to be playing some sort of mind game. Avoiding a topic and then avoiding me all together. Our relationship, even though we kept to the topics that were "safe" for the other person, became strained.
The other "player" created elaborate strategies. She "pretended" to be willing to talk but failed to show for meetings due to illness and schedule conflicts.
She never came out and said "I just don't want to meet." Until yesterday.
And today I am walking on air. Skipping to my lu.
The game is over.
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I stumbled across this list...The Top Ten Games We Secretly Hate
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