Friday night, Family #4 (of the “Mouse” races) was kind enough to include me on their trivia team. Our team didn’t just win, we won as if we were whispered answers by the Trivia Gods. The last round was particularly satisfying: all the questions were hard, we answered with guesses, and almost all the guesses were right. Right or not, we screamed after each answer as if we’d gotten it, even so that Friend #4 suggested some humility. (I felt I’d been humble; I didn’t scream “SUCK IT LOSERS” from the top of the table.)
Later that night, I woke up from the noise of my belly percolating. The next hour, I violently puked, peed and pooped out Trivia Food Soup.
The next morning, I told Gary, “I was sick last night.”
“I heard you.”
“I might have the stomach flu.”
“No, I think you were just excited from winning at trivia.” Because I am eight, it would seem.
Then he patted my hip and said, “That reminds me, the volcano is acting up again. I think this is the year we should go to Alaska, not Paris.”
Yes. For a month he’s been all,”Paris Paris Paris” and I’m “Okay, Paris” and now he’s all “Alaska!” No. Man thinks I’m in a weakened state or that I’ve pooped out my brains? No. Men, you don’t use the “P” word and then take it back.
5 responses to “Thrill of Victory”
We have a very spunky volcano going on now. What about Hawaii?
My Queen: Type Pad is showing my comments to your blog on my dashboard. I do not know why.
Well done on your victory! Also, if you go to Paris and get stuck by ash… well, more time in Paris 😉
Absolument! If you’re late back to work, just blame it on Eyjafjallajökull. Mind you, you’d have to spend most of that extra time in the City of Light just practising saying the name.
Hattie – sorry, I was blocking all commenters named “Buy Vi*gra” and saw the checkbox that would make my comment show on others dashboards, and I knew some of you had made your comments show, and I thought I should reciprocate, somehow, though I don’t know why. Buy the way, I CAN now tell you that the block for “Vi*gra” REALLY works, because the last three times I made this exact comment (but spelling out Vi*gra) it just tossed my comment into the ether.Rachel – My victory still tastes sweet, thank you!Big Dot – Not so easy. I’d be okay with an extra week, but my husband is swaying between “I’d be fired” and “They can’t go without me 2 weeks.”