Archive - June 21, 2018

My daughter loves to play games.  Clue.  Battleship.  Uno.  (She totally cleans up with the last one, so we’re sending her to Vegas when she’s 21.)  And we love to indulge her, being players of games ourselves.  But when she pulls out the Game of LIFE, I’d rather play the game of hey-let’s-chose-something-else. Darn you, Hasbro. LIFE is hard.  (just like the real deal.)  I always need the players’ manual at the ready because the rules are so complicated.  (If only actual life had one of these.)  And I don’t like the stakes.  Whoever retires into fabulousness (chose either “Countryside…