G'day Pen,
I do overstate my " addiction " to Chi as I only play the game when it suits me & I have nothing else on the agenda that needs to be attended to straight away although i do manage to fit in at least one game just about every day & of course i also have to check that the More or Les thread is still active & if required will quickly come up with a post to put it back on the " front page ".
I think that i have mentioned before that Karen has no interest in crosswords or word games but is an avid reader so she is quite happy to read her book while sipping on a glass of wine as i search for a rosette.
The most annoying thing is that she will occassionally bring me a cold re - fill & look over my shoulder for about 10 seconds before exclaiming, Geez it's no wonder you can never get any of those silly little flowers that you are always chasing, you've played Pote, Potted, Potter & Pottier why not Pottered?
Thankyou dear.
As she relaxes back in the lounge chair ( with a smug smile on her face ) & resumes reading her mystery crime thriller I divulge to her " The killer is the father of his estranged wife " however fearing a heavy blow to the back of the head with quite a thick book, I quickly retract the statement , admitting that I have never actually read the book before & harmony is restored. When the next cold refill was delivered, there was no comment at all on the progress of my game & as it turns out " the killer " was the bastard son of the estranged wife that no one knew existed except for some very subtle clues in earlier chapters.
While doing my grocery shop at Woolies yesterday, I had an unusual encounter...
As I was going up & down the aisles I was following a rather attractive young mother with her cute little daughter, probably about three years old girl in her shopping trolley.
As they passed the cookie section, the little girl asked for cookies and her mother told her, "No." The little girl immediately began to whine and fuss, and the mother said quietly, "Now Monica, we just have half of the aisles left to go through - don't be upset. It won't be long now."
Soon, we came to the candy aisle and the little girl began to shout for candy. When told she couldn't have any, she began to cry. The mother said, "There, there, Monica, don't cry - only two more aisles to go and then we'll be checking out."
When they got to the checkout stand, the little girl immediately began to clamor for bubblegum and burst into a terrible tantrum upon discovering there'd be no gum purchased. The mother said serenely, "Monica, we'll be through this check out stand in 5 minutes and then you can go home and have a nice nap."
I followed them out to the parking lot and stopped the woman to compliment her. "I couldn't help noticing how patient you were with little Monica," i said.
The mother replied, "I'm Monica - my little girl's name is Tammy."
