I promise, we’re almost done with the moving posts. This will be the last one, and it’s a quickie.
Because I have awesome friends, there was a party. Because my friends are sarcastic assholes, “dead to us” and “carried off by mosquitoes” jokes were the order of the day.
And then there was Husband.
EVERYONE: (playing Mysterium, we cast our votes for which psychic vision is the true murder scenario)
HIM: (as the ghost) It’s a tie.
HIM: Between One and Four.
ME: Okay, so… (looks at scoreboard) Natalie is the tie breaker.
HIM: She voted for number one.
SHANE: (to Natalie) So that means you should change your vote.
SHANE: It’s the Monty Hall Problem.
ME: That’s not a real thing!
SHANE: Yes it is!
ME: No, that was a movie and we’re not supposed to love Kevin Spacey anymore!
HIM: It’s a real thing.
ME: (to Natalie) Go with your gut. You voted one for a reason, and you’re ahead for a reason.
NATALIE: Yeeeeaaaah, but… okay. One.
HIM: (flips over secret token) It was number one.
ME: See? I told you! Don’t change your mind just because—
SHANE: But that’s what you’re supposed to do!
ME: No, it’s not a real thing!
HIM: It’s a real thing. And since we’re going to be in the car for six hours, I’ll explain to you exactly how it works.
EVERYONE: (laughs at my misery, because my friends are assholes)
Next stop: St. Louis!
See y’all there!