My husband is a really good guy, but even good guys have their limits.
For my 30th birthday, my sister, Kaci, gave me the board game, American Idol: All Star Challenge. It's like a cross between the poor man's Karaoke Revolution and Scene It... so naturally, this is the kind of game I would love. The only problem is that although there are probably quite a few "girlfriends" in town I could call to come over and play this with me, I'm too cool to let anyone know that this is what I really like to do. (As far as my everyday friends know, I am an adult who plays adult games, like Scrabble and Risk, not immature games like American Idol: All Star Challenge. I don't want to break my cover.) So, it was either call my Beehives or force my husband to play with me. I chose the latter.
I thought it was really fun, especially since I was beating Erik like crazy. (It's pathetic how much of my brain space is used up with useless American Idol knowledge and "People Magazine-esque" gossip.) There is this karaoke part to the game that really makes no sense, except that you get to sing into an echo chamber microphone. I was getting really into my version of "I'm a Slave 4 U" when I turn around after the chorus to find Erik like this:
On a totally unrelated note, one of the whisks on my Bosch mixer broke tonight while I was making cookies. As we were eating the cookies, we kept finding "almonds" (aka white plastic shards) in the cookies. I don't think I ate any of the plastic, but the thought of it is making me sick. I wonder what kind of effect white plastic shards would have on Jurgen Danger if by chance I ingested some.