Then We Played Strip Twister


I sort of want to talk about how phenomenally awesome the band my Mom and I saw last night was, and I sort of want to talk about how cosmically eye-bleedingly wretched the book I read today was (why did I keep reading it? I don't know, leave me alone, I have issues), and I really don't want to talk about why I don't have the will to do justice to either of those things, so here - a sop to the blogging gods. Tomorrow is another day.

Eve went over to her friend Abby's after school today. Abby's mom brought her home after supper and said they'd dug out Abby's old Clue Junior board game and they'd had a great time playing it. We sat down for a cuddle in the rocking chair and I said, riding on a wave of Clue nostalgia, "Does Clue Junior still have Colonel Mustard?" Eve said "yep", and I said "and Miss Scarlet and Mrs. Peacock?" and she said "yep". Then I said "And Mr. Boddy?" and she said "huh?" I said "you know, the dead guy" and she said "WHAT?" 

And I suddenly realized the whole point of Clue JUNIOR was probably to avoid having six-to-nine-year-olds playing a game involving a DEAD GUY. I said "um, right, sorry, never mind. So what's the mystery in Clue Junior?" and Eve said "WHO ATE THE CAKE!"

I've always had a problem with irony - once I took a whole seminar about it and I still miss it half the time. I'm pretty sure, though, that there's some kind of irony to savour in the fact that my last post was about people not considering their words carefully enough. (Allison, in the family room, with an accustomed lack of tact.)

Comments

Nicole said…
Holy crap Allison, this is so funny. Bahahaha! Yeah, they probably don't have the revolver, the rope, or the lead pipe (or whatever all the weapons were. A knife, maybe? I can't remember the rest.) How grisly, now that I think of it. I used to play that game when I was a KID. REDRUM REDRUM.
May 4, 2011 at 5:58 PM
Gwen said…
LOL! I have a big, fat mouth that says WAY too much to the children. But really, who ate the cake? Couldn't they have dreamt up a bigger mystery, like who left the towels on the floor or who coloured on the wall. The target audience might actually LEARN something. :)
May 4, 2011 at 6:00 PM
Anonymous said…
I had to laugh when you asked yourself why you kept reading a horrible book and then admitted you have issues! I need to join your club. I do that to myself all the time and then moan about the wasted pages and how I could have been reading something else!
May 4, 2011 at 6:11 PM
Bridget said…
HAHAHAHA! I love Clue! Never heard of Clue, Jr. though...and as for who ate the cake...it was me, in the kitchen, with the fork ;)
May 4, 2011 at 6:27 PM
Alicia said…
Haha nevermind! Love it.
May 4, 2011 at 7:38 PM
Wrath Of Mom said…
I don't think Clue, Jr would fly w/ my kids. They're awfully fond of Murder She, Wrote. They were terribly disappointed at the end of Bed Knobs & Broomsticks when no one was murdered.
May 4, 2011 at 8:07 PM
Lynn said…
The subject line alone made me keel over with laughter. HA HA HA!
May 5, 2011 at 5:03 AM
Mary Lynn said…
Wouldn't it have been move fun for the mystery to be Who Bit the Biscuit?

I have finally learned after years and years to toss aside (sometimes with great force) books that I loathe.
May 5, 2011 at 5:18 AM
Ms. G said…
Ha! My guess is the rest of us are around the table waiting for our turn to roll the dice.

Don't feel bad. I just spent a few evenings reading an insipid young adult book the girls were assigned in school, why they were-I have no clue, because I was desperate for something to read.
May 5, 2011 at 6:07 AM
Pam said…
LMAO at this post and all the comments. "Um, right, sorry, never mind." Priceless. Definately some future CSI episode in the making.
May 5, 2011 at 12:29 PM
Marilyn (A Lot of Loves) said…
An entire course on irony...sounds kind of interesting...maybe.
May 6, 2011 at 4:37 PM
Betsy B. Honest said…
Sounds like something I'd do.

When the my hubby's granny died his mom and brother and sister-in-law decided to tell their small children about death but to never mention anything about "bodies." The briefed everyone that we were supposed to evade any conversation that might have to do with granny's corpse. So of course, all the little squirts did was follow me around asking questions about where, physically granny was, and what happened to, you know, granny's BODY?

They finally broke me down and I told them everything I knew. Then they stopped asking.

I have a long rambling aside about who ate the cake, too, but since this is your blog and not mine, I'm gonna shutup and finish my wine.
May 6, 2011 at 6:16 PM
Kelly Miller said…
You are so clever!
May 6, 2011 at 8:28 PM
Shan said…
ahahahha you are a funny girl. If we'd only met when you lived here!
May 7, 2011 at 2:16 PM
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