(Apparently Someone thinks I need a computer break!)
Last night we had friends over for dinner. After we put our daughter to bed and polished off a pan of chicken enchiladas, I cleaned off the table and opened up our game closet.
(Also known as our coat closet, but “game closet” sounds oh-so fancy, doesn’t it?)
We briefly considered Boggle and I pulled for the old standard, Scattergories, but we eventually decided on 90s Trivial Pursuit. As we set it up and debated whether or not reading the rules was in order, I said, “Mark got this for me a few Christmases ago, and I was so excited.”
As a matter of fact, I could tell you everything my husband gave me for Christmas that year – four years ago. Because he actually got me things I wanted.
See, my love language is gift giving. And while you might think this would make Christmas an automatic WIN for me, it does not. Because nobody ever lives up to my expectations.
