Tuesday, December 2, 2008

On Sunday BF and I went shopping for games to play while on Christmas vacation with his freaky genius brothers in a snowy winter cabin. "Put down Scrabble. Put down anything that requires verbal or mathematical acumen. Your brothers will win every time. I can't even sit at that table. I belong in the barn," I instructed BF. "Your Game choice has to show support for me and my disabilities. Think Pictionary, or something."

At that instant I spotted my own Game Choice. I picked it up. But it was too late.

"Dirty Minds The Game Of Naughty Clues? My parents are going to be there," he said, yanking it away and placing it far above my reach.