Games

Mark and I are enjoying newlywed life, but sometimes it gets boring with just us two around. So we end up playing lots of games.

We only had our deck of cards for a while and after we got tired of playing Speed all the time we went to Target and bought a few games with some giftcards (P.S. GUYS I'm not really an ungrateful person just a procrastinating one so the Thank You cards are coming I PROMISE!!).

Mark pretty much beats me at Scrabble almost everytime but I think that is only because I ALWAYS get Z,Q, & J EVERY TIME.

But then I get frustrated losing at Scrabble so I invented some new games to play.

The first one is called Tickle Mark Until He Can't Stand It Anymore.

Basically, what you do is start tickling Mark. He will want to be a manly man and pretend it doesn't effect him. That lasts about twenty seconds before he can't stand it anymore.

The other really fun game is called Scare Mark.

All it involves is jumping out and scaring him. It's hard to do in such a small apartment, but with a little creativity, it is possible.

(I used to jump out and scare Holly all the time at home. Holly is the best person to scare because she screams really loud and jumps really high. Mark doesn't scream but he does jump and freak out.)

My favorite day was last Sunday. Mark went in the bedroom to take a nap. I was in the living room, and I wandered out the back kitchen door because I was bored.

The window through which I creep

The blinds of the bedroom window were up about two inches from the bottom of the sill, giving me just enough space to peek in. Conventiently, Mark was sleeping on his side, facing the window.

I stared at him with my eyes as wide open as possible, wondering if the force of my gaze would make his eyes open.

After about 3 seconds I got bored of waiting, so with the lightest of touches, I tapped my fingers ever-so-gently against the window pane.

Mark's eyes opened slowly, curiously. They popped wide when he saw my creppy eyes looking in at him.

It was glorious how much he freaked out. He yelled and spasmed, then did it again. I busted up laughing, and once he realized it was just his freaky wife, he started punching the pillow and calling me the devil.

I came inside and laughed some more, ALOT more, then let the poor man go back to sleep.

I was still laughing about it later that night, and truth be told, the memory still makes me giggle.



Love ya Markie!

P.S. I added a list of the stories I have written for the Daily Universe so far this year to the side of the blog. If you are interested in things about Museums & Art at BYU, then you should probably read them. Also, if you are my mom you are probably the only one who cares. But then that is why my mom rocks and you don't. :)