Well this is who wants to lose: a person with some weird, complicated, messed up agenda wants to lose. And while I am absolutely weird, complicated and very messed up, I have no agenda, other than winning at things that have no bearing on reality.
You should also know, I am not competitive at all. I mean, I don't even pay attention to what other people are doing with their lives, which definitely infuriates and baffles several of my life long friends.
Okay, I am lying, I am competitive in settings when it is inappropriate and not necessary to be competitive. Like, when my girls were very early preemies and I had to pump because they were too little for breast or bottle. I used to casually compete with other pumping mothers. They had no idea a horrible, psychotic person was in their midst. I cannot even apologize because I won (the imaginary competition) and there is probably still frozen breast milk from 2009 in our chest freezer.
See, I am deranged!
But, don't blame me; instead blame the game! Tonight we had a game night playing some sort of dominos game called "Mexican Train." Note: the name of this game made me laugh uncontrollably for several reasons I refuse to talk about. I ran several "trains." I won once. BUT I was trying to win the entire time. I don't even fully understand the game. It took everything in me not to demand the rule book.
I don't know why I am like this. But, I do know that I love game night--whether it is real or imaginary.
So bring it on.
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