Always

Rob and I are pretty competitive when it comes to, mmm, everything. And by competitive, I mean - Rob enjoys winning and silently making me feel horrible about my skills. I get pretty annoyed with the fact that he's really good at everything - but that's what you get when you marry a perfectionist. It takes me back to my childhood Monopoly games where my dad would destroy us, and then try to set up "loans" to continue the game. I remember him offering me a "home-equity line on Boardwalk." I'm sure it was a fair rate, 6% or so, but I still lost.

Rob and I love yard games - croquet, horse-shoes, bocce ball, etc., and we purchased a fun new game this year. I don't really know what it's called - but you basically throw these little balls on a string at a stand, and hope they stick. Three points for the top bar, two for the middle, and one for the bottom. Here's the run-down of our first turns of our first game. Rob, as always, masters the game immediately.


I let go just a LITTLE too late - and this game immediately turns into every other game we play.

Perhaps it's time to give up lawn games.