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Absolutely zero spoilers

Butch:

Well, I tried to play. Unfortunately, upon returning from trumpet lessons (make up cuz of snow), the first thing I heard when opening the door was Mrs. McP yelling at the top of her lungs at Nugget cuz something or other and telling him he lost electronics and all television for the night.

Note: Games are on television.

And by the time he was in bed, I didn’t feel great and went to bed.

At least Junior didn’t lose screens and we got to watch a fascinating NOVA about Apollo 8 in my bedroom. Not sarcasm, it was a really cool show. Not blog material, but, dear readers, I do recommend it.

I’ll play today. Unless Mrs. McP comes home early and I have to be all romantic and shit.

This week isn’t going well.

I seem to say that every week.

Feminina:

It definitely has been a while since a week went well. But then, if it IS going well we don’t tend to mention that, probably for fear of jinxing it, so there may be a bit of confirmation bias when we think “all we ever say about weeks is how they aren’t going well, so they must never be going well.”

At least, that’s my hopeful pep talk. SOME week will probably go well SOMETIME. And then we won’t say anything about it, because we’ll be too busy talking about all the games we’re playing because everything is going so well.

Butch:

From you, that is a peppy pep talk. Usually, you’re along the lines of “Hey, man, the earth’s gonna crash into the sun someday, so, you know….”

Ok, got roses. Now food.

Mr. O gonna pull through?

Oh, who am I kidding, you don’t want roses.

Feminina:

Hey, I emphasize the BRIGHT side of the earth crashing into the sun! That’s peppy!

It’s true, I do not want roses. Ideally, I want nothing except possibly some cheap candy once it goes on sale tomorrow. And I can buy that myself.

Hopefully Mr. O’ will pull through by not getting something and making me feel bad for not getting something.

Great, now I’m worried he’ll get something. Maybe I should get something just in case.

And that’s how it escalates.

It’s so romantic!

Butch:

Both your pep and sense of romance inspire us all.

Best get on that cheap candy. I went yesterday to get the aforementioned Mless M&Ms and they had already taken down most of the Valentine’s candy and were putting out Easter candy. Nothing says love like a chocolate bunny!

Feminina:

Aww…I do love a bunny! As long as it’s chocolate.

I really am the go-to source for romance advice and pep talks. That’s on my business cards.

We will never forget the time I advised you to hire a string quartet and strew rose petals around the deck and enjoy a candlelit dinner until the deck caught fire. But did you even listen?

Butch:

You did do that, you did. But really, that was more home ownership advice than it was romance advice.

One stop shopping, really.

Feminina:

Once again, we prove our ability to provide relevant and useful input for an incredibly wide variety of topics.

Butch:

We do. We so do.

I just wish we could knock it off and talk about games.

I blame myself.

And viruses. And romance.

Feminina:

Mainly viruses.

And romance.

Butch:

Ok, I’m playing today. No matter what. Playing.

Feminina:

I think you’d better, or there’s no telling how far this discussion will deteriorate.

Butch:

It’s almost like you’re daring us.

Feminina:

Only out of morbid curiosity! That makes it OK.

Butch:

Curiosity makes it science!

Feminina:

And there’s nothing more romantic than science!

Butch:

There it is. Mark it down. Today’s the day where, finally, after all this time, these many years of bloggage, I officially have no fucking idea what we are talking about.

Feminina:

It’s your fault! You should be playing!

Or setting your deck on fire. Something.

Butch:

I blame myself.

I feel like I already said that today. Was that today? I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TODAY!

Help.

Feminina:

Nothing happened! That’s the problem.

Nothing but romance and science and no games. And an inevitable descent into madness.

It will forever serve as another cautionary example of what happens when we don’t play.

Counterbalancing the recent cautionary examples of what happens when we do play and don’t save.

I blame myself for that. With good reason.

Butch:

Dude, considering the cheese that is flung around on Valentine’s Day, this alternate take is some Pulitzer prize winning shit.

Feminina:

It’s an intentional counternarrative!

Yeah, I’m going to go with that.

Butch:

We’re GENIUSES!!!!!

Feminina:

Yeah, I’m going to go with that.

Don’t forget, also modest.