As a quick refresher:
Our home is a house full of laughter and love. However, the second a game or a deck of cards show up all the happiness in the world is sucked into a dark black hole. That might sound dramatic(because it is). But, none the less it is 100% true, and the events I’m going to write about involve real family members. Their names will not be changed to protect their identity because they deserve to know the trauma these games have caused. If you haven’t yet, check out part 1 first.
Monopoly and my Husband, Dave
Monopoly is a cruel and cutthroat game that lasts an eternity. Add that, and a super competitive husband to the mix and Monopoly swiftly becomes what I imagine my version of hell to be like.
Nothing says love quite like destroying your wife’s little houses, slowly making her go bankrupt, and the moment when his mouth starts to form a grin, because it’s so full of giggles as he already knows you’re going to land on one of his properties(math skills) and you’re still counting out properties with your hat. Whenever Monopoly comes up as an option for a game to play my husbands’ eyes light up with the excitement of a thousand suns. Dave, I hate this game because of you. You make this game as fun as smacking my head continuously over and over on a brick.
When we play he is always the banker and just like that; Dave has become a greedy money hungry goblin from the Harry Potter series.
If you ever need an extra reason to dislike someone or to feel like throwing yourself off a cliff, play this game with my husband.
Trivial Pursuit with my Brother-in-law (Hugh) and Sister-In-Law (Liane)
If ever in your life you think to yourself “I wonder what it’s like to feel like the dumbest person on earth,” play Trivial Pursuit with these two.
I have only played this game once with these two, and after that, I vowed never to play again. With Hugh and Liane on a team, it feels like your playing against a computer with full internet access and a bitter sense of humor. Conversely, we feel like we’ve come to the game with a stone tablet and a tool to bang on it.
Question: What’s the 28th number in PI?
They both will say “hum.” Look at each other after a moment and Hugh will say “I’m thinking 3, should we go with that?”, Liane will respond with “yep; let’s go with that guess.” (first off a guess implies that you are not 100% sure, hence that bitter sense of humor)
And you know what happens? Their guess is 100% correct. In fact, every guess is 100% correct, and they giggle as a pie chunk plops into their pie holder.
These two brains combined is an amazing and terrifying thing to behold. Amazing to see in action, and terrifying to play games against the pair. I feel like these two should be out there solving cancer, world hunger, and global warming. Instead, I think they delight in crushing their opponents in any game and playing with their puppies.
Thank you, Hugh and Liane, for teaching me to never play a game against the two of you. And that as a pair, you guys are an indestructible force of nature.
In case you’re ever asked this question in the future, here are the first 28 digits in PI: 3.141592653589793238462643383
Any game and Danny(brother-in-law)
I feel it’s important to note that playing any game with Danny(B.I.L.) is questionable because he could be cheating at any given notice. He is quick, slick and hilarious.
Also, don’t leave a dessert of yours anywhere near him(he has very long arms and is quick).
In this family playing games are a big thing. This is the birthplace of the phrases: “Never trust a Bofenkamp,” “Never(Ever) trust a Leuthold,” “the Carlson’s are a-ok, but don’t forget one was once a Bofenkamp.”
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