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We all play games, right?

Maybe golf is yours, or bowling, or baseball, or soccer ... we play to win. Sure, you might kid yourself and say that the games you play are for relaxation or just for the sport of it. But the object is to beat your opponent or beat the system.

There are exceptions.

Let's take marriage games, for example. There are no real winners and losers and if there are ... no one talks about it later. These games are not much different than the ones you played when you were a kid. I picked a few and "adulterized" them.

1.Twenty Questions

Remember this one? You keep asking questions until you figure out what the other person is thinking:

"Did you hear about Bob and Jane?"
"Do you remember when we saw them last week at the party?"
"Didn't you think they were acting weird?"
"You never pick up on things. Didn't you notice her ring?"
"Sheesh. She didn't have one on."
"Okay? What does that usually mean?"
  "She lost it?"
"Guess again."
  "Okay, Okay... they are having marital problems."
"WHAT? NO ... I didn't know that! And I thought it was weight gain. I just heard she was pregnant!"

2. Clue

The object is to find clues and ask questions until you figure it out:

"Do you have something to tell me?"
  "Um ... I don't know. Is there a subject?"
"I found this hundred dollar bill in your pants pocket when I took them to the cleaners."
  "Oh good. Thanks for doing that."
"So ... it IS yours?"
  "Yes. I assume so if it was in my pocket."
"Do you know what else I found?"
  "Another hundred dollar bill?"
"No. I found a slot machine ticket as well."
  "I must have forgotten to cash it out."
"So you know what that means?"
  "Yes. Yes ... I'm guilty ... I was there ... unless ...  IT WAS COLONEL MUSTARD IN THE CASINO WITH THE SLOT MACHINE!"

3. Monopoly

This is of course the game of real estate where you buy houses, hotels and pay up when you step onto someone else property.

Property is the subject of many of our conversations because it's the business that Debbie is in and personal renovations have been a part of our life for many years, as well:

"Okay ... (spreading out the tile colors on the counter) we have to pick out a tile color today so they can order it."
  "That one looks good."
"Really? Of all these that's the one you like?"
  "Want me to pick another one?"
"No. If that's what you like then that's the one we will get."
  "I can really live with any of these. They all are kind of beige anyway."
"Beige? None of these are beige."
  "What about this one?"
"Egg shell."
  "This one?"
"Cosmic latte."
  "Cosmic what?"
"And this is fawn, this is tuscan, this is buff, this is ecru ..."
  "All right ... which one do you like."
"Unbleached silk."
  "Fine ... let's go with Unbleached silk."
"Are you just saying that?"
  "No ... no ... that's the best of all of them."
"I'm so glad you agree with me."
  "Do I get to pass GO?"


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