Tag Archives: pandemic

Let the games begin.

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So now that we have a comfortable, heated and (well stocked with beer) man cave, it was time to get down to some serious board game playing. Covid social restrictions make multi player games like Pictionary and Cards Against Humanity a no go, so we searched for something fun to play with two people.

The husband won’t play Trivial Pursuit or Gin Rummy with me anymore because I wipe the floor with him every time. So we tried a game a friend had given us last year as a gift.

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Simple enough, you finish the lines from various categories… music, literature etc.

We played three games and I skunked my other half three times. Even though I gave him music questions from his favorite song.

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So we moved on to a classic, Scrabble.

It wasn’t an easy start and we didn’t have a lot to build from.

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My task was made even more difficult with letters like these.

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And these.

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And then these.

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But after a marathon four and a half hour game?

I won…. and my husband was pickled.

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Pandemic humor.

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Because we all need a little chortle now and then.

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I hear ya sister.

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This is a brilliant idea.

I shall be cc’ing the CDC immediately.

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That’s pretty much been our last 10 months. You?

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Rode hard and put away wet.

Yup.

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This is almost too true to be funny.

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Wish that happened when I tried it.

Though I do firmly believe in sanitizing from the inside out when it comes to tequila….

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Pandemic humor.

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Because if I don’t laugh, I’ll hurt someone.

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Proof there’s a silver lining to every cloud.

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I’m not there… yet.

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This, above anything else, is what I miss. Our plans of retiring and traveling extensively this year went right down the drain.

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Whew. Glad I made the cut…

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I wouldn’t doubt it.

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Some people just shouldn’t shake their groove thing. Ever.

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Better living through science? I rest my case.

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Building a snowman?

Very 2019.

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More notebooks we all need.

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In case you’re still searching for stocking stuffers.

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Does that come in extra large?

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That one will fill up quickly.

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Admit it, you’ve had a few of those yourself.

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Sad, but true for a lot of people.

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“…. because I spend too much time blogging”.

Is there a notebook for that?

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I’m going to require an extra large one of those as well.

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My husband mistakenly touched my vinyl album collection last week. It’s large, and alphabetized.

Need I say more?

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Pandemic humor.

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Because laughing beats the alternative.

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Please. I’m begging you…

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Anal probe be damned. A day out is a day out.

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Thank you Hubert.

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How about we pee on everyone who refuses to wear one? That might change some minds.

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Run, chicken!

Run!

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Don’t laugh, by January this might be a reasonable option.

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Proof positive Covid is affecting everyone.

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Pandemic humor

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Admit it, you need to laugh as much as I do.

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Yeah, I hate when that happens.

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I’ve never had the pleasure, but from the tone of the reviews…. I’m going to pass.

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Karen.

That bitch is trying my patience.

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Am I the only one who’s slightly freaked out by this…?

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Stop bogarting the Oreos fat boy. Christmas is about sharing….

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2020.

It’s the only explanation.

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The circle of life.

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As you already know, my husband is the king of free. He can’t pass up anything, no matter how useless…. as long as he doesn’t have to pay for it.

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This has driven me nuts for years and I have never, ever! felt the need to join him in his obsession.

Until last week.

When I saw this on our local Facebook page:

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Pre-Covid our plan was to replace all the flooring in our home. (Post Covid? Holy crap, I don’t want strange people in my house!) Along with that plan would have come long overdue new furniture, to include coffee tables. So since the plan went out the window with the plague, I thought why not? This looks good… and it might be a nice interim fix.

I should have known.

When the husband lifted it out of the truck? It jiggled…. and never even made it into the house. What an utter piece of junk! Fake wood, loose glass and legs so unsteady dropping a napkin on it would probably cause it to collapse.

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Out it went, in front of our house.

How bad was it?

The damn thing was there for a week and though lots of people looked, no one wanted it.

Next stop?

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The recycle center.

Where I left it…. and my desire to ever pick up anything marked free again.

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