The Writers' Circle

Game night in this house is hysterical! You should come by sometime and check it out, unless of course game night at your house sounds better. If it does maybe we'll stop by!


It's a family affair, quite literally. No matter what we play, be it board game or video, nothing is funnier than three adults losing to a seven year old. We try to win, we just can't. Do not pass go; do not collect two hundred dollars! 


My nephew is the "game master". Give him the controls or the dice and no one will get hurt, or win! If by chance you happen get ahead of Mr. Mario you will live to regret it, at least until he wants to play again.


We have games of Life, Jumping Monkeys and Monopoly in the high, darkness of closets. Cranium Cadoo and Uno go under beds to be played by the dust bunnies late in the night. We figure better them than us! Once in a while though we get suckered by the little guy and actually agree to play.


So we set up the board which takes us longer to do than playing the game, don't laugh it's not as easy as it used to be. We roll the dice or spin the spinner, although for the life of us we don't know why. We all know who is going to go first. So we wind our way around the board and it's not long before the game imitates real life.the money's gone, our cars are in the shop, taxes are due on what little property we own and not a one of us has a "get out of jail free card", except of course, Little Mr. Milton Bradley!


 How did this happen to us, again? We don't really know all we know is its.bedtime! Thanking God that the batteries in the clock didn't die, we put the "game-master" to bed. Goodnight!