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Because I want you to, that’s why.
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I’ll start.
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He may be tired, but that honey do list is still a mile long.
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Damn, that’s harsh.
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Honestly, he’s hardly ever right.
But I love him anyway.
Your turn.
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Let’s play.
Tag Archives: games
Let’s play.
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You don’t have to….
But you should.
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Looking back… I realize I must have been a strange child because I honestly can’t think of a single thing.
I was never afraid of monsters under the bed. I always slept in a room by myself, in the dark.
I watched horror movies under the covers, I played spotlight in the backyard.
I liked bugs, and snakes and toads.
Thankfully I grew up in a loving stable home in an era where no one had to warn me about talking to strangers or telling my parents if someone touched me inappropriately.
I had an idyllic childhood and happily sailed through it with no fears.
How about you?
What scared you as a child…
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Let’s play.
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Just a simple question.
No hard thinking required.
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What do you reach for when you’re feeling down?
When it’s dark and dreary outside?
When the world is simply too much… what’s on your plate?
For me, it’s homemade macaroni and cheese with a buttery crumb topping. The ooey, gooey packed with fat and carbs, no such thing as too much cheese kind. I may not be able to fit into my jeans after I eat it… but I’ll be smiling when I reach for my stretchy pants.
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How about you.
What’s your go to comfort food?
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Let’s play.
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Because it’s easy and doesn’t require any heavy lifting.
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An old dance hall on an island in Maine…. where ironically, lots of local residents have held their wedding receptions.
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How about you…
Where would your wedding be held?
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Let’s play.
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You don’t have to, but you should all the same.
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I’d have to say being a New Jersey fast talker.
I was born in Jersey and lived there until I was 15. I don’t look like Carmela Soprano or a blinged out housewife, no leopard print leggings or teased shellacked hair … but I did retain a bit of New Jersey twang in my speech (think dawg and cawfee) and I’m most definitely a fast talker.
Jersey people have places to go and people to dump in the Meadowlands swamp, we don’t like wasting time with slow conversation .
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How about you?
What stereotype do you embody.
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Let’s play.
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Don’t argue.
Just play…
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Two things immediately come to mind.
First… read a book. The old fashioned bound paper variety. As much as I love my tech, I despise Kindles and their ilk. I’m a tactile reader and love nothing more than opening a newly printed book.
Second… I pay my bills by check, through the mail. No automatic withdrawals linked to my bank account, no monthly debits on my card. We’ve been hacked too many times for me to voluntarily give my info to every company we pay for services. It may be slower, but it also helps the struggling USPS… because when that goes under we’re all in trouble
How about you…
What do you still do the old fashioned way?
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Let’s play.
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Humor me.
And hopefully yourself as well.
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This is going to be fun!
Bread Zeppelin.
Bruce Spring Rolls.
Iggy Pop Tarts.
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The Almond Brothers.
Green Bean Day.
Fleetwood Mac and Cheese.
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Shish KeBob Dylan.
Elton Johnny Cake.
ZZ Top Ramen.
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Grapeful Dead.
Black Pudding Sabbath.
Pearl Strawberry Jam.
Your turn!
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Let’s play.
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You know the drill.
Just do it.
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There’s no contest on this one for me.
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A book store.
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And I can guarantee you it won’t take me 45 minutes to spend that amount. Not even close.
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How about you…
Where are you spending $8,000?
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Let’s play.
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Humor me.
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That’s an easy one for me.
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The Good Humor truck song. Music to the ears of every hungry child in the 60’s and 70’s.
I grew up in suburban New Jersey and every summer we had a special bowl filled with change by the back door. When you heard the first far away strains of that distinctive little ditty? You grabbed a handful and ran outside.
My preferred treat?
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The toasted almond bar.
To this day, I crave them… which is a tragedy.
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Sometimes life just isn’t fair. No more toasted almond goodness. Though I discovered I could buy this on eBay….
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But if my favorite treat isn’t available, why bother?
How about you…
What sound from your childhood don’t you hear anymore?
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Let’s play.
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What have you got to lose but time….
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I’ll start…
Hoppopotomos.
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I don’t want that big guy hopping on me. No sir.
Ontootor.
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Do they toot? I don’t know, but that bushy tail would be a very effective toot disbursement tool.
Chomponzoo.
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Those are some serious chompers, for sure.
Your turn..
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