A sad day for us all. Maggi has won the Pineloch Drive side bet in the pool. (Actually, she mathematically eliminated the rest of the house about two weeks ago, which is pathetic.)
The bet this year, which included me, Maggi and Acy, was that the winner gets to pick the evening's entertainment for two solid weeks. Whatever movies, games, books, etc., the winner wants goes. There were several limits and caveats; Maggi was not allowed to make the evening's fun mopping floors or wiping down baseboards or anything sickening like that. Acy was not allowed to inflict too much Partridge Family on us (she knows it's cheesy, but likes to watch and laugh at it.) I was forbidden to make the family sit through a Red Dwarf marathon (that limitation still mystifies me a little - who wouldn't want to watch Red Dwarf?).
But Maggi has won. It's not the prize, it's crowing, the mockery, the derision, that makes this such a valuable win for her. She hasn't actually taken to wearing some kind of crown or carrying a scepter, but the final game isn't until tonight.
A sad day, indeed.
Humbly,
C
3 comments:
The mockery and derision; aren't those staples of the Jackson/Knott household? Or is that just when I'm visiting?
Don't answer that, mon Frito.
Oh you poor things. I'm sure Maggi will have you all watching musicals and playing board games. Condolences,
Liz
Playing board games while watching musicals is more like it. I'm a Yahtzee Doodle Dandy!
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