Chronicle of a Game Night

Game Night with the G's: as told through my subconscious...

10am: J-Man thinks I didn't clean enough last time we had a party?  What? I should give him the silent treatment

10:10am - We're too old for the silent treatment.  When my parents aren't around I should be a sensible adult and make up, even though I still totally disagree.  I cleaned a lot.  And cooking is a chore.

12pm: Wal-Mart has sooo many options!  What to choose?  Makings for spinach/artichoke dip - yes. Makings for meatballs - yes. (do you know what two ingredients make the best meatball sauce of all time?) Makings for Mac-n-Cheese - yes.  Makings for pumpkin cake - oh yes!  Makings for veggie platter - definitely.  Apple-O gummies - J-Man's alotted impulse buy of the day - success.

3pm: Oops, who knew a dry Christmas tree could make such a mess being dragged down an apartment hallway and stairs?  Are we those tenants?

4pm: I hate cleaning.  J-Man was probably right this morning. I won't tell him just yet.  Glad I didn't overdo that silent treatment thing

5pm: Eh, no one needs to see our bedroom right?  Let's just cook.

6pm: I need a distraction.  I should shower.  A clean house probably means nothing if I'm stinky McG.

7pm: Oh no, we don't have friends.  No one is going to come.  RSVPs mean nothing.  Let's play wii

8pm: We do have friends.  Phew.  This'll be good

10pm: Scrabble is getting intense.  How can I hold in my bursting competitive thoughts?!  I need to keep from saying "Just play your stupid tiles, I could beat you with my eyes closed. ARGH" (editor's note: I wasn't even playing the game.  Just watching.  Internal Scrabble Beast is hard to tame)

11pm: We girls are amazingly good at Catchphrase. Pity points for the boys.

12am:   I should record the best quotes of Pop 5 tonight.  Pop 5 is the best game ever.  Ever.  EVER!

Funnies 1/29
"surprise death" (stop, drop, and roll)
food --> seabiscuit (? - does it matter?)
that's "udderly" ridiculous (Don't have a cow, man)
What's that one w/ Fran Dresher?  (Princess Bride)
boob zombie (ray bans)

1am: Scattergories is much harder when I'm sleepy.

2am: Our apartment looks like a food and wine bomb exploded.  Clean tonight?  Clean tomorrow?  Tomorrow it is!

8am: Internal clock wake-up call.  What happened here?  Did we eat allll that food?  And the taquitos in the freezer? Is there a single clean dish in this place?  Did someone eat meatballs out of a cup?!?

9am: comfortably wrapped in the Mexican blanket on the couch.  Place looks back to how it did 24 hours ago.  Lazy sunday here I come