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Is it wrong that I’m taking great pleasure from whipping my other half in our weekly Scrabble games in the Barn Mahal?
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Round after round.
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Day after day.
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Do I chortle every time it happens? Yes.
But come on… he skunks me at pool. He murders me at darts. I don’t think I’ve ever beaten him at Monopoly, Risk or chess. But when it comes to contests of trivia or anything word related?
I rule.
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And yes, I take perverse pleasure in the victories.
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And if you enjoy hard cider?
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You’ve got to try this brand I just discovered at Bootleggers. The liquor store, not this guy…
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Black Widow cider.
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It’s fabulous, and is named after a deadly spider. What more could you ask?
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As for Scrabble?
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I kicked the husband’s butt again, even with three out of the four U’s.
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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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It’s apundantly clear I need to buy this brilliant game.
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The minute I saw it, I knew I’d found the most punderful way to spend game night from now on.
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I will punish all my competitors.
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It’s the punultimate test of word play and I shall pundoubtedly be punstoppable.
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Because it beats actually doing something productive and I’m all about that.
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Damn.
The last show I watched was Secrets of the Dead… which doesn’t bode well for future scintillating conversations.
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Living in the lost city of Baiae is going to be challenging. Located on the northwest shore of the Gulf of Naples, it was basically the sin filled Las Vegas of Ancient Rome.
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I’m sure it was quite something in its day.
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Home to Nero and all his various perversions, sadly most of the ruins are now underwater.
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Fabulous statuary….
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Villas…
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And mosaics…
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All lost to the sea.
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Guess my love of history finally caught up with me. It’s said Julius Caesar visited Baiae… so maybe I can break bread with his ghost. That’s got to be worth a blog or two.
Let’s play!
Your life is now in the last tv show you watched.
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And if there are any other history geeks out there? A little more info on my new digs.
https://timelessitalytravels.com/2013/10/22/ancient-ruins-of-baia/amp/
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We all have them. That special group of friends you’ve known for years but don’t like to advertise. You can’t invite them out to dinner with your crew, and you won’t bring them to the cocktail party at work. But thanks to me? You could ask them to your house to play a game right up their alley.
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So they’re not the brightest bulbs in the pack?
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No problem.
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This is a game that won’t embarrass the less than erudite among us.
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And they get to hit people with a club!
You know they’re going to love it.
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Neanderthals.
Admit it, you know a few.
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Well, no. Not that kind.
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But this type could be amusing.
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I live for crazy, off beat adult games.
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Whaaaat!!
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You get a giant red crab claw free with purchase?
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I am so buying this.
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Because it’s been a long week and I need a chuckle.
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I’d like to tell you there’s something wonderfully quirky up there like a hedgehog cheese grater…
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Or sandwich bags that lessen the chances of your kid getting beaten up for their PB&J….
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But alas, when I climbed up on a chair and checked?
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All I saw was this:
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A lone fly swatter the husband must have thrown up there when I wasn’t looking.
Handy if Mike Pence drops by, but otherwise not very amusing.
So regale me with your finds…
What’s collecting dust in your kitchen?
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James Taylor.
How wonderful is that!
Yes, I could easily ride out the Covid crisis with James.
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He was the soundtrack of my youth.
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My early married life.
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And his music still speaks to me today.
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Welcome James, pull up a chair and have a cuppa…
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Because my knee still hurts and I’m bored.
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Mine are as follows:
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It shouldn’t surprise anyone that martini holds the top spot, with eye roll right behind.
That’s where I live.
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