On Jan 14, 4:05=A0pm, "Julia Dream" <pinkw...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
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> I thought it was pretty cute that he said he wanted to "play all day"
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> his wife! =A0Adults can play, too (and not always childish games, if you
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atch
> my drift! =A0heh). =A0My hubby and I still "play" after almost 19 years
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> marriage. =A0We play poker, billiards, frisbee, disc golf; we go hiking,
> camping, out to eat and to the movies and theaters, and going to see
local=
> bands. =A0I consider all those things "playing" together. =A0And yes, we
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till
> play things like Scrabble and Sorry, and even Parcheesi a while back.
=A0P=
lay
> on, people! =A0Life's too short to not have some "playtime" with your
> significant other. =A0:-)
>
> Becky
Oh, I totally agree with you there. That's why I usually don't date
men who are outrageously tall, because I like to have pillow (or
folded, clean socks) fights and if the man is too tall, it puts me at
an unfair disadvantage. That being said, I've never called it "playing
all day" with a said person of interest. I don't know why, but I've
always referred to it as "being bad*****".... For instance..."We
ignored our chores and our errands, we didn't finish up the yard work
and we were just being total bad***** all Sunday. We ought to be
ticketed and removed from the neighborhood. We were just so self
indulgently badass yesterday. Thank God we were at home and not at a
saloon. Every cowboy there would have shunned us."
"We played" just sounds ridiculously nutty to me. It sounds like "Will
you pwayyy wiff me? Will you be my fwennn'?"
And yeah, I kick ass at Monopoly and various other board games, too.
Last time I tried my hand at Monopoly was less than a month ago. I
landed on free parking three times in less than an hour and we played
anti-rules style where all of the taxes go into the center as a
"collection pot". I collected a cool 10 K all together, I think, but
then I landed on Marvin Gardens and there was a hotel on it, so I got
screwed outta' some of the money. I like Frisbee, too, but I suck
terribly at it. I have this stuffy old British fart neighbor with a
glass French door in the front entrance, though, and he's really
paranoid about his car, (It's like a Subaru...he really needs to get
over himself...) so that's always fun. In the Summer time he nearly
has a heart attack if he sees a frisbee, a large dog, a tennis ball, a
badminton birdie, etc. anywhere NEAR it. I loooove to watch him go
ape****!
S*Babykins
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