For months now, from time to time, we as a family, will huddle around a colorful animated board game you all know and love.

So, Candy Land has changed a ton through the years. Ok, no, it hasn’t. If you know basic colors, you can play. My daughter loves it, so we play often. Here’s my issue. I ALWAYS LOSE!

How can one man be so un-lucky? There is absolutely ZERO skill involved in playing this game, yet I always lose…by a lot.

That is, until last night.

I came into last nights match up with a career record of 1-47. But last night…Well, last night was magical.

Game 1:

My first card pulled was a single Orange. That gives me an early advantage as the first Orange in the game is “Rainbow Trail”. I never looked back. Each card raced me to the finish. Double purple, double red. Leah got “Lolly” to get a little sniff, but in the end I won by a large margin.

Game 2:

Maybe the quickest game of Candy Land on record. The first card I selected was “Princess Frostine, ” the best character card you can pick. I reached the Candy Castle a few swift moves later before either Leah or Sandy could even make it to “Gloppy”.

So, there you have it. Allow me to gloat today. Today I am not unlike the Spanish squad that just won Euro 2008 (Viva Espana!) by going undefeated.

Today, I am the supreme champion of Candy Land!

It was poker night in Grilton last night.  Every month, when we get together, one man, and one man only, takes us all out like a silent assassin.

This is Mike.  And if you see him, you will no doubt lose all your money shortly thereafter.

Consider yourself warned.

After 9 good years of service, my dryer has passed on.

Dryer haiku:

Dryer of my life

You have kept me free of lint

Now you live on curb

We’ve been sans dryer for almost 2 weeks now.  So, yeah, I’m looking forward to wearing clean underwear again in the near future.

Is that T.M.I.?  We’re close, right?

Ok, not really. But do you remember a couple of weeks ago when she called me out ON THE AIR about eating the last cupcake in the house?

It happened again this morning, but LET ME EXPLAIN.

On Father’s Day Sandy and Leah baked a rhubarb cake for me. One of my faves. Just like my mom used to make. Anyways, I’ve been killing it the last few days. Rhubarb cake has been my chaser for everything. This morning, what did you think I had for breakfast? That’s right, the LAST PIECE of rhubarb cake.

Well, Leah was less than pleased. She yells, “DADDY, you’re supposed to share!” stomping out of the room to go pout in her playroom.

Keep in mind, she didn’t even EAT any of this delicious treat that was made FOR ME on Father’s Day. She smothered it in red frosting and ate THAT, disregarding the actual cake.

I pointed this out to her, but, much like her mother, at times it’s hard to have a rational conversation.

So there you go. My home is a war zone once again thanks to my love of baked goods. And I don’t care what anyone says, I DID NOTHING WRONG HERE! I suppose I should start figuring out what kind of gift would be suitable to blackmail her make up for this.

Yeah, my Father’s Day pretty much rocked…