Disclaimer: I’m married to Matt Parker. And I have a fairly warped sense of humor. We are not politically correct people. I just don’t talk about that very often here. If you’re easily offended or have little readers standing beside you – move along and come back when I do a more palatable post on children, love, and homeschooling. Because this post ain’t that. I warned you.
Because I am married to Matt Parker life is never dull. We play games. For everything. Especially in the car going places – we have several of these.
We play a game called “That’s you. That’s me.” The rules are fluid and ever-changing. The only hard and fast rule is that you have to be the first to “call it”. A clunker broken down on the side of the road? “THAT’S YOU!” An awesome Mini Cooper? “THAT’S ME!” You get it, that’s the simple version. Houses, people, dogs, it’s all fair game. Bored with that? Up the ante – “The next girl we see walking down the street is you. And the next guy we see is me.” Still not funny enough (you’d be surprised)? It’s been known to turn phallic. I told you it wasn’t P.C. I’ll let your imagination take over this version of “That’s you. That’s me.”
Another truly non-P.C. game is ”The Country Song” game. It does require you to listen to country music for the duration of this game. You take a song and declare it “Gay Country Song”. Now you change all the pronouns to fit and sing it to the same sex. Hi.larious, I tell ya. Country music? C’mon. We were playing this game before Brokeback Mountain ever thought of being made. I don’t care who you are, you should try this. And do I really have to say: with kids in the car it makes it all the more fun to try to keep these things on the down low.
Now, for all of you readers that I haven’t run off yet here’s the game that brought on this post: it’s one we play a little too often. He always brings it up when I’m rather emotional – not that I’m emotional all that often (we all believe this right?). It’s called “How happy are you?” He starts it by asking this question and then moves to giving me a scale of 1-10. At which point I ask, “One being? And ten being?” And it’s at this point that Matt shines. The joy he takes in coming up with this scale is ridiculous. And it’s this part of the game that I would give about anything to have documented every one of these for the last 10 1/2 years of my life. This morning? I was crying over laundry (just don’t ask) and he asked me how happy I was going to be today. Have you ever been asked this while crying? It does not help your emotional state. And then he did it. “One being: the mom from Mommy Dearest. Ten being: Mr. Magorium.” And I do play along. Amazingly. This morning at that moment while brushing my teeth I contemplated this and stated I was a three. He laughed. I smiled. And just like that, the 3 rose just a little closer to the level of the Wonder Emporium.
Do you play games? If so, what are they? We could always use a new one. And if you don’t play games, you should try it. Life can be ridiculous, you might as well contribute to it.
