The point of this post (of course, never a board game review. Why would I do that?):
Flora: Ha! I have conditioned him to cringe in fear every time I come to trade!
Jane: What? Um… yeah, I guess. How?
Cinder: She’s been kicking me in the shin every time she’s come to trade in her stupid sheep! What the hell?
Jane: I didn’t realize Settlers of Catan was this violent.
Cinder: All trade and expansion, when done properly by one of the parties, is inherently violent and leads to the ultimate destruction of the weaker or dumber partner.
My son. The new Machiavelli.
Flora: Mom and I have been co-operating and working together against you!
Cinder: Yeah? And who’s gonna win this game?
Jane: You little…
Sean: Hey, hey–you are not allowed to call your son names because he’s winning. Actually, he’s not just winning. He’s destroying you. Wow, Cinder, well done!
Someone come over to my house and beat my son at some board game. Please. Please? I’ll bake cookies.*
*OK, I’m lying. I won’t. I’ve documented how much I hate baking. But maybe I’ll buy you Peak Freens? Hmmm? And if you catch me in the right mood, I’ll throw in a smart-ass husband.
“Deadlines met, Jane?”
“Um, yeah. Of course. Sure. All of them. With plenty of time to spare Shut up. My editors and clients might be reading…”**
**If I had spent any time procrastinating this past week, say, and not fully dedicated to my tasks at hand, I might have spent time gawking at an old, old Billy Idol, discussing Dr. Who with my kids, and laughing at the worst Asian sign translations of all time. I’m not saying I did. But I might have. Because the secret to working efficiently is to take lots of breaks. And naps. Tony Schwartz says so.