One Holiday Down, One to Go.

Christmas was snow free and quiet.
It was just lovely.

Rick and I opened a bottle of our favorite Prosecco and played some games in the dining room yesterday evening.
I kicked his ass at backgammon. He kicks mine at scrabble. 
If I could spell I could whip him at Scrabble, but spelling is a key component as you know. Yet he insists on playing it.
I know why, he can win at scrabble. I win all the other games. 

But my goodness does this bring on the laughter. I can't spell a lick and when I think it is spelled correctly he will tell me it's not. Because he cheats I am not certain if I am wrong or he is just screwing with me. Sometimes he just does both. So I must play with a dictionary nearby. Only to check spelling. It is allowed in our house even though it's against the rules because I can't spell. I can't look before I place the tiles. 
But if he questions it I can look then. 

We are so competitive and he cheats so there is a lot of teasing and kidding.
He debated when I won on ID. Yes, Richard, that is a word. He wanted a definition. He was convinced I didn't even know it was a word, those were just two tiles I had left.  That made me laugh. He just couldn't stand it that I won at scramble since I ask him how to spell things constantly. 
But c'mon everyone can spell ID. 

Then we watched something on television. 
That got Rick telling me that he will never ever date again. 
I laughed and said, "ah, you're married mister I should hope not"
He said well if something happened to you I still wouldn't date.
"Ah, you planning something buddy?"

Oh my, goodness did the rest of this conversation make uproarious laughter.
Then I asked, okay pretend you'd have to write online what you are looking for? He rubbed his chin and said, "Well I just can't have a cat-lovin', bible thumpin, smoking, trump supporter." 
Okay, but you can't write that on an ad Rick. 
You should write what you want not what you don't want.
"Why not? Isn't there a Curmudgeon Website looking for nice women?
They even have a website for farmers and hillbillies for heaven's sake.
Why not we old curmudgeons?" 
I don't know Rick, start one.
Oh my, he is certifiable.

Then he said, "I think the next one needs to be a smart ass ball buster."
I was shocked. I thought you hated that? 
"Margaret, that is you, I love you. I am now used to that so who will keep me on my toes and make me laugh daily? "
Oh so you don't love it but you're used to it. Nice.

So for the next 30 minutes or so we laughed our asses off at pretend ads for Rick after I croak. I told him that if a woman answered anything this off the wall, she is the one for you.  He asked which one I would respond to and I pointed and he said okay, that's the one.  He asked what I would look for after he croaked. 
I said, "Peace, quiet, no more mud tracked in on the floor and a non-snorer"
Oh, you'd miss the mud and snoring he tells me.

Sadly I really really would - a lot!