I liked the “Tuesday Time-Waster at 11:11 a.m.” idea last week, so I figured I’d try it again. Since, you know, I haven’t gotten around to posting about this weekend’s adventures that included a lot of whipped cream flavored vodka, followed the next morning by a great 12-mile run with great people.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand: MASH! If you’re anywhere remotely close to my age, you probably played the game in school. You wrote down lists of names of crushes/non-crushes, cars, homes, careers, numbers of kids. Then your friend would make a series of marks until you shouted “Stop!” after a few to 15 or so marks. Then they’d use that number to go down the list, crossing out each item the number landed on. When a category had only one remaining (oh, the dreaded “Yugo” or “shack”), that was it. Your whole life story depended on some marks.
Of course there’s an online version of MASH. And of course, 25 years later, I had to try it again. My results? Well, the plus side is that I have a mansion and am married to someone who is not repulsive. On the down side, we live in Kentucky. With our nine children.
Your turn!
“Your husband’s name is Jonathan Rhys Meyers and you have 2 children. You’re a(n) Professional Blogger who drives to work every day in a Purple Toyota Corolla.
It’s truly a wonderful life when you consider the countless romantic nights you have spent with Jonathan Rhys Meyers in your shack in Colorado.”
So I guess Spike and I break up and I upgrade from my green Corolla to a purple one? LMFAO! Thanks for the afternoon laugh!
I love this. You just made my day happier! No more SAD PANDA.
Oh, and just for the record, Todd is out of luck, I’m marrying someone less-than-stellar and having 5 million children. And we will live in a shack. But at least I’ll have a red Volvo.