Getting My A$$ Kicked and Loving It
Jessica, Johnny, and I played Monopoly today for the first time. I don't recall ever having so much fun playing Monopoly before. It was a perfect game.
My son quickly bought up all three orange properties, St. James, Tennessee, and New York. And that is when the a$$-kicking started. He immediately invested in the housing market and then proceeded with the construction of hotels despite the lack of cash he had on hand if anything bad were to happen. His orange properties were unavoidable. I found myself drawn to his properties like a PMSing mama to chocolate on a rainy day. Soon I was down to my last $16 with all of my properties mortgaged. I then landed on Chance hoping for a bit of luck, but as chance would have it was made to pay the $15 poor tax. The rich business man was never made to pay the poor tax, but did get slapped on the hand once with the luxury tax. He also managed to avoid paying income taxes after he was well-propertied which I had to do twice! Anyway, the very next roll I went to jail. Seeing as how I had no 'get out of jail free card' like the rich monopolizing big businessman hotel-owner (wow this sounds like real life!) and I had no $50 and no desire to leave prison with what laid 6 to 9 spaces ahead of me (real life again!), I decided prison was the best place for me. When my sentence was up, I was made to leave even though I didn't want to go. I knew I would find myself in trouble again if I left the safety of the prison. I had to take my chances and rolled a NINE! I spent my last $1 in New York and was completely broke and in debt with at least 5 or 6 mortgages.
My son quickly bought up all three orange properties, St. James, Tennessee, and New York. And that is when the a$$-kicking started. He immediately invested in the housing market and then proceeded with the construction of hotels despite the lack of cash he had on hand if anything bad were to happen. His orange properties were unavoidable. I found myself drawn to his properties like a PMSing mama to chocolate on a rainy day. Soon I was down to my last $16 with all of my properties mortgaged. I then landed on Chance hoping for a bit of luck, but as chance would have it was made to pay the $15 poor tax. The rich business man was never made to pay the poor tax, but did get slapped on the hand once with the luxury tax. He also managed to avoid paying income taxes after he was well-propertied which I had to do twice! Anyway, the very next roll I went to jail. Seeing as how I had no 'get out of jail free card' like the rich monopolizing big businessman hotel-owner (wow this sounds like real life!) and I had no $50 and no desire to leave prison with what laid 6 to 9 spaces ahead of me (real life again!), I decided prison was the best place for me. When my sentence was up, I was made to leave even though I didn't want to go. I knew I would find myself in trouble again if I left the safety of the prison. I had to take my chances and rolled a NINE! I spent my last $1 in New York and was completely broke and in debt with at least 5 or 6 mortgages.
posted by Tiffane | 10:19 PM
1 Comments:
Go Johnny! That set of orange properties is like honey to flies! When we play with my dad, we call that row the "Aisle of Death." We like jail too. LOL.
Post a Comment
<< Home