Akin game and BS

April 29, 2018

Dear Noah and Dylan,

     Ten years old and you two are becoming a couple of card sharks! I couldn't be more excited if you said you were going into medicine to become doctors or something like that, ha ha! We are having so much fun playing together. This week you came over and taught me how to play BS, which is another  trump game although we hate to use that word...we tried the game Akin first. I bought it in Portsmouth at a game shop when I was there with my friend Kim on a girls getaway. You guys got so silly, especially when i was trying to explain the rules. "So, you have to pick two cards that could be characteristics of the card I turn over. For example, if the card i flip over is pencil, and there are 16 descriptive words on the table, the first one to pick up two of them that can be used to describe a pencil, yells Akin. And if everyone agrees on those words, he wins the round." But, I didn't explain it quite in those words, and confusion abounded. Every time I said the word "pointed" Noah kept yelling out "pencil!" thinking he was winning the round. So we all got silly and just started yelling out the word pencil at random moments. Finally, ditched that game and told you guys I had a couple of presents for you, and a good movie to watch, but that I wanted you to help me move books out of a bookcase, so we could move the bookcase into the bedroom downstairs. You looked about as enthusiastic as a Democrat after the 2016 presidential election. But after we finished the game, I told you we were going to go downstairs and do that. However, Fun Daddy (got to love him even though I want to smack him sometimes) had already done the whole project while we were playing. Heaven forbid you should have to do any work that would take away from FUN. Jesus Christ!! I was bullshit. And yes, I said the word Bullshit when we were playing the game BS and you both seemed shocked i said the word. Hmm...me thinks you hear these words and much worse from Adam, Nick and friends at school. But anyway, I was mad as a hornet, since I wanted you guys to do some work here to help us out..Uncle Joe was recovering from Mono and I was still on a crutch. Dylan did say "i'll help" when he saw my reaction.  I lit into your dad about too many kids getting everything handed to them on a silver platter. Since I had asked them to help clean up our yard the previous visit, to pick up dog poop that I couldn't do with my leg, I got the same reaction, but let it go, I was doubly mad. After my tirade, i gave myself a little time out upstairs, but I could hear the sound of books banging down in the bedroom, so your dad must have emptied the bookshelf and made you guys put them in again. He went to work shortly after that since he had to present the financial stats at his board meeting and the three of us played BS (Bullshit) on the floor with Uncle Joe resting on the couch. Fun game, and not just because I won, ha ha! It's a good strategy game and both of you were pretty dam good at it. I hope we can play again soon.
   We watched The Fantastic Mr. Fox which was a cute film you hadn't seen and then we just talked about a bunch of different things, including my infamous trip to Costa Rica with your grandmother when our bus rolled over and we ended up in a clinic in the middle of the jungle. We were banged up pretty good but the butterfly encased in glass somehow survived the crash. Dylan had asked about the butterfly on the beam over the kitchen table which is how I got telling that story, including the part about your grandmother telling me she was going to get me a pedicure for my birthday since she could now get a 10% discount. (my big toenail came off in the accident)