I get surprisingly cranky when I lose a board game. I remember playing them for hours with my younger brother, which made me almost manic about following the exact rules and about only having a good time if I could actually have a chance to win the thing. I'd like to say that as a grown, mostly mature adult, that it's changed. But sadly, the other week when I was down a good 50 points in Scrabble I actually threw in the towel rather than play out. Which is pretty pathetic.

That said, I promised to be a good girl tonight and … I won! My honey was a far better loser than I was, I have to also say.

Life is good.