Saturday afternoon my wife was shopping at the thrift stores (we also went Sunday, but that's a story for another day, I found some pricey interesting books) and the constant Camp Rock Hannah Montana was driving me nuts, so I took my dinner tray with a hex and counter game upstairs to get away. The little carpet apes followed me, they decided they'd rather play a game then nurse their candy hangover on the couch watching TV.

So, two games of Carc: Hunters and Gatherers, the first the three of us which seven year old won, the second a speedier two person three tiles in hand which twelve year old won, and the third a game of TTR which seven year old won with my large amounts of help.

Sunday night we played TTR again, and again seven year old won with large amounts of my help. Monday night I won. Tuesday night we played again, and again I won.

A gaming etiquette question, is it rude to turn you back on the last place person while jutting your left buttock out, and pointing to it and chanting "guess who's left behind?"?

Saturday's movie was horrifying to the parent of a nearly teenaged girl, Stephanie Daley. A young naive girl, maybe 15 or 16, active in marching band becomes pregnant, silently delivers in a bathroom stall, and is accused of murdering her baby. A court appointed psychologist who also lost a baby at 23 weeks attempts to figure out what happened.

Speaking of mental health professionals, it's time to do my health enrollment for 2009, and I'm switching my health insurance company due to the troubles we've had with our current one. Mrs. Ha's therapist works well with the one we're switching too. I'm going to set aside $6,000 for health and dental expenses, this year we'll spend about $6900, but I'm not getting two crowns next year.

The local young adult weekly (aimed at the 20-30 crowd and an offshoot of the daily) had a section on a  reporter working as a bartender for the downtown country and western joint. In it, she mentioned the bartender and occasional topless mechanical bull rider, who appears to be our old next door neighbor. That's not surprising, she had the personality of a bartender/topless bull rider, and she had nice boobs.

Halloween was the usual nice time, twelve year old dressed up as the purple people eater, though a little too skimpy for our tastes. Seven year old dressed up as Prilla, one the the Disney fairies. We did the usual walk around in a large group, this time I carried a plastic glass of wine, which made things even nicer. It would have been nice to sit on the porch after, drink wine, and talk about crowns and other maladies of the middle aged, but we were tired, so we left.

We listed a bunch of stuff on ebay (something we wanted came in an incorrect size, too small for little feet), buy my stuff or Christmas won't be coming.

I bought a bottle of Arrogant Bastard a while back, prompted by trhurler's death. I decided election night was a suitable occasion to bring it out, it was darn good, malty and a hoppy. A shame it's so expensive. I need to brew something similar in the warmer weather.