Friday I jumped in a carpool to head down to KC, and my driver had picked up some books on tape for the journey. We listened to "Panic", a spy murder-mystery thing. Whenever they actually said "panic" I yelled, "PANIC!" This was funny (to me) because for the first three discs they said it a lot. Then they didn't say it at all for like, 2 1/2 hours. By that time it was pretty dark out, and most of the passengers were in snooze mode, so when it was finally said again and I yelled, they all jerked awake and our driver nearly swerved off the road.
Sunday was the best as we won 3 of our 4 games, and the one game we lost was on Universe point, but we ended up beating that team later in the day in the 3rd place game.
We got back late Sunday night and I've since discovered that my fridge is busted. All my ice cubes in the freezer melted. The condiments in my fridge are warm. Good thing I didn't have much real food in there. I'm excited for Chip Day, but need a cold beverage to fully enjoy it. I'm trying to decide if Chex Mix counts, or if I can get a bag of that too without it being considered cheating.
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