This Could Mean World War III, Or a Poison Apple

Posted on February 22, 2009
Filed Under Daily, The Boss | 5 Comments

I’m really competitive when it comes to any kind of mental or physical challenge.
I love board games, and card games, and foot races, and 2-on-2 basketball games with my sister, The Boss, and his little brother.

Tell me I can’t do something, and you’ve fueled the fire to my fury — challenge me to an arm wrestling match, and hell, I’ll do wrist curls with a 30-pound dumbbell until the day we face off.

The Boss and I have our favorite board games, and card games, and we both take turns winning and losing — graciously.
But we’ve been playing a game of chess for more than a week now, and after last night, there will be No Mercy in this house.
While we were playing, The Boss cornered me into making a move in which I would either loose my knight or my rook.

And I was mad.

If you play the game, then you know that chess is totally mental. You always have to think three steps ahead. You have to read your opponent, make strategic moves, and you can never let your guard down.
This damn game can make you go crazy in your own head.

After The Boss made his move, and I realized what had happened, I felt totally betrayed.
I get that it’s a game, and the whole point is to win have fun, but dammit People, I thought what he did to me was just plain grimy.

I was so overcome with hurt and anger, I didn’t know what to do.
So I decided to pretend like I was dead.

I started to close my eyes slowly, and sway.
Then I opened my mouth, let a little saliva drip from my bottom lip, rolled my eyes into the back of my head, and then collapsed the upper half of my body to the ground.
I made sure the ‘thud’ was loud enough to make the whole thing convincing.

The Boss: Sabreen.

The Boss: Get up.

The Boss: Come on.

The Boss: Get up.

The Boss: Sabreen.

The Boss: gets up off the couch and walks over to me.

I hold my breath, and let one arm fall to the floor.
THUD.

The Boss: touches my shoulder.

The Boss: Sabreen?

Me: erupt into laughter, then mentally high-five Self.
he thought you were dead. good one.

Me: I hate this stupid game!

The Boss: Why?

Me: Ugh. How could you do that to me?

The Boss: laughs.

The Boss: That’s how you play. You have to think ahead, and anticipate your opponent’s move.

This was so not fun.
Anything I did was going to cause me to loose one of my important pieces. And how could someone who says they love me, trap me into a corner like that?

Me: Fine. I’ll move.

I moved my piece, and with his next move, he picked my knight up from the board, and put it in his corner.

I glared at him.

The Boss: Want to finish tomorrow?

Me: Whatever. I hope you know that this makes me not trust you as my husband.

The Boss turned to me with a look of total confusion on this face — then he cracked up, and walked upstairs.

Oh yes, laugh now My Pretty — and don’t forget who packs your lunch.
EEEEEEEEEE HEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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