Monopoly!

Last week, Bobby, Stacey, Hady, Abby, Alex, and I all met at mom's house to hang out and play National Parks Monopoly, and Abby and I wiped the floor with everyone else - especially Bobby and Stacey. They went out first. Today? They all came here and Bobby and Stacey wiped the floor with Abby and I at Lord of the Rings Monopoly. Karma, right? Abby picked Galadriel and kept having the piece obsess over the Ring. I picked Frodo because his perpetually distressed expression amuses me, until I remembered that I have a D&D Jabberwocky, which was wicked cool.

Bobby showed up first. There I am, in my pajamas in the kitchen, elbow deep in a bag of Snyder's pretzel bites AT NOON, when there's a knock on the door, which is a straight shot from the kitchen. And of course, only the glass door is closed, so yeah, right? Just -knockknockknock- and I look up from my pretzels and THERE'S BOBBY. He helped me take down an old satellite dish from way back in the day, though, so that was cool. Maybe he thought he had to pay for the show.

Stacey and Hady showed up after that, and then Abby brought Alex and mom. Oh, there was a good laugh shared over it. We got out some old middle school yearbooks and laughed at how weird kids are. (This guy apparently "REALLY" liked me, so of course, he picked on me all year, and even wrote me a love letter once about how much he liked the way I ate ate a sandwich. Obviously, I thought he was calling me fat, so I stared at him and his friends across the lunchroom and crammed the whole thing in my face while maintaining eye contact. Matt and his weird goony friends.)

Then Bobby put Alex in a headlock and the kid laughed so much his face went red. Then something made Stacey blush and Bobby asked why her face was red and said "I haven't put you in a headlock."

Me: Yet.
Bobby: That's for the hot tub.

And she blushed more.

Later, when takeout was being discussed, Bobby said he knew a great "redneck place" where you could get "country sausage smothered in jeans." Oh my God, Bobby. Hady said that they'd be together forever, acting just like that, and so Bobby got up and lumbered toward Stacey, going, "Seventy years old, going 'C'MERE AN' GIT SOME COUNTRY SAUSAGE!'"

We went with breakfast for dinner. Lots and lots of blueberry pancakes!

Didn't get anything done, but boy was it a great day.