"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, 'What! You too? I thought I was the only one.'" ~ C. S. Lewis

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Game Night

I recently picked up a game called Quad*Doku. It's kind of a cross between Boggle, Scrabble and Sudoku and it looked like the kind of game that my mom and my sisters and I would have fun with.

So with the snow today, my Mom, sister (AchingHope) and I pulled it out to play for the first time.
You make four four letter words that connect at the corners and then different letters have different numbers which, ideally, should add up to 10. We decided not to play by numbers because we didn't want to keep score, so we just made words. Which is a lot harder than you would think.

My Mom LOVES word games. She does crossword puzzles and things all the time, and is a complete monster at Boggle. So while we were playing, she kept shouting things out at us, telling us what we "could" do if we wanted. Finally we enacted a gag rule. This is the rule - "Mom cannot speak if it is not her turn".

Pretty simple right :)

As we got toward the end it got tougher and tougher to do, because your pool of available letters is much smaller. It was AchingHope's turn and she couldn't quite figure out what to do. Mom starts to say something, but then stops herself. AchingHope and I are staring at the board when I glance up and see an alarming sight.

Mom's face is bright red and somehow growing round. It looks like a cherry tomato. Both hands are clamped over her mouth and I can practically see the letters fighting to escape her lips.

I think it's the closest I've ever come to seeing someone spontaneously combust.

AchingHope sees and is just as alarmed, so she says, "Tell me! You're gonna explode!" But Mom shakes her head, determined to be good.

"You can help if you're asked," I say. "She asked. It's okay."

"She doesn't mean it," Mom mumbles behind her fingers, which sets us all of into a fresh set of giggles.

Finally we convince her to speak and her head returns to its normal size and color. Crisis averted.

As we get to the very end we now only have a handful of letters left - 1 or 2 random consonants and a ton of vowels. So AchingHope decides to just finish it off by creating verification words... :)

One of the last ones she stacks is FAFE.

So I say, "I will eat your fafe off!"

Which sounds completely ridiculous if you say it fast and growly like. That sets us all off again and we spend the next five minutes growling, "I will eat your fafe off!" to each other.

Ahhhhhh..... game night. Gotta love it :D


Joan Crawford said...

Aw, you guys are so cute! I will eat your fafe off! I tried game night with my husband but he is CompetitiveFreako and he accused me of cheating at Trouble. He said I was "slow-pressing" the popper thing to get the roll I wanted. Seriously.

SonshineMusic said...

Joan, my parents discovered shortly after their marriage that they should not play board games unless there were other people present (both being highly competitive people) but now they have us kids to mellow them out :)

Jenn said...

Haha! You're family sounds fun!

So, are in the area of the States where there is a ton of snow, and everyone is on snow-shut-in/holidays?

I'm in Canada, and we've not seen NEAR the amount of snow as you guys—but last winter was just like the one you're getting now, so we've paid our dues. Pardon the lame weather chat, but I am Canadian, and Canadians—in addition to being both evil and doomed to die— like to talk about the weather:)

Great post! Playing games with family/friends is always fun. I was banned from Monopoly for a number of years. I don't want to say too much about what got me banned, but I'll say this: houses and motels, and funny paper-money ended up flying across the room.

I think there might be big money in Monopoly-related anger management courses. I could have benefited.

VW: fafes…

Ahaha. No, no. I'm kidding:)

Your Friendly Neighborhood Palindrome said...

LOL!! I agree with Joan, you guys are adorable. That sounds like so much fun! I love Game Nights!! Especially ones where you can yell, "CHANGE!! CHANGE!!!" (sorry, inside joke for Falen)

The Man and I play a ton of chess...he wins but make him very, very nervous.

I WILL EAT YOUR FAFE OFF!! LOL! I'm going to say that all the time now.


AchingHope said...

Ahahahaha... good times. :)

@Joan Crawford: I've tried doing that "slow-pressing" of the popper thing, and if you do it just right you can get the right numbers that you need ;)

SonshineMusic said...

@Jenn: unfortunately we only got about 6 inches of snow. The roads were completely clear by Thursday morning. I was kind of hoping for a good dump of snow, but we always miss it, which makes most people around here happy, but always bums out me and my dad who love snow :)

Jenn said...


If it were at all possible, I would ship you every flake of snow that falls here in Canada, every single time it snowed. Because I despise snow!

But then you and your Dad could enjoy it:) And I wouldn't have to deal with it. And all would be right with the world:)

Blam said...

Canadians—in addition to being both evil and doomed to die— like to talk about the weather
Speak for yourself, eh, "Jenn". I am both immortal and quite pleasant, despite the title bestoowed upon me by the minions of the Ms. Nikki Stafford. As for the weather, I quite welcome the snow, as it provides extra storage space for kittens before they are toasted, eh.
Verification word: Ya burnt.

Evil Blam said...

Help! Evil Blam and I have switched bodies! I was just sitting here watching the Olympics, wondering if I might find him lurking in the Vancouver crowd, and Shazam! Dude... You need to brush your teeth!

Blam said...

Mwaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I have your kittens!!!

Jenn said...

@ Evil Blam/ Blam

Hmmm...I think you've "claimed." Unfortunately, the diagnostic process is not pretty, and there's proof as of yet that the medicine you need won't kill you.

I'm sorry, but you may want to stop swimming in tainted temple jacuzzis.

SonshineMusic said...

No! My blog has become the site of the greatest travesty of all time! The claiming of Blam by Evil Blam! Quick! Everyone gather our combined cuteness to right this wrong and chase EB back to Canada where he belongs!

Blam said...

Whew. Thanks, SM... I'm sorry that this had to happen on your blog. Now here's the strange thing: I got back to find that EB had done my laundry and left a nice vermicelli with clams simmering on the stove. He did arrange the dryer lint into a word I can't repeat, but the cats are fine.
VW: hoser — No, seriously, it is.

Jenn said...

Thank goodness. It appears Evil Blam has been returned to his rightful place, and that Blam has his body—and senses—about him again.

Lucky for you Sonshine! You're blog almost became like a magical, dirty, temple-jacuzzi, with the ability to cause others (pun intended) to be claimed! But alas, all seems to have been righted.

The only thing that worries me now is that if Evil Blam is back in his rightful body…that means he's back in Canada, eh. Us canucks will have to be careful! Hahaha:)