Cranium

I really dislike getting in the shower. I like showers and so once I'm in there, well I don't really like getting out. I'd like to say it is the getting wet or the change in temperature that bothers me, but firstly I don't really believe it and secondly I think it misses the point. There are just certain things I hate starting.
Sometimes I confuse my hatred of the getting going part for my feelings about the thing itself. Showers are not one of these things. I hate to admit it, but party games, like charades or pictionary, fall into that category.
So I struggled this New Years Eve against the majority and lost. I found myself playing a party game. And like many a movie about people my age, we were paired into our respective couples. (A dangerous tendency that likely employs a good portion of the marriage counseling industry) I'm often amazed at how the simplest answers will evade us and yet the same pair will leap to the impossible with ease. I remember years ago, my brother mystifying my parents by guessing an answer from a scribble and then getting stuck shouting out "Valley of the Dead. Valley of Dead" until time expired on Death Valley.
You see, I give myself away. I do enjoy them. There I've said it. But don't think that is going to make it any easier to get me in the next time that horrible silver tin of Cranium comes out. Sure, I get sucked in. And maybe I shout out an answer or three. But I still hate starting. Maybe it's the getting wet or the change in temperature.