Occasionally, rarely, Dave and I play the High/Low game where you name the high point of your day and the low point of your day. For example (as if it’s not self-explanatory, I know), my high/low today would be: my high is shopping and dinner with Jessie, and my low was feeling like a fat cow.
Sidebar: This is a great game if you get stuck in the “How was your day?” “Fine.” rut. Apparently, that’s how I always described my day to my parents when I was a teenager.
We had a really great Christmas with Dave’s side of the family (half of Dave’s side, shout-out), with the exception of me being a little under the weather.
Photo taken Christmas morning, courtesy of Jeremy.
Photo taken Christmas night, courtesy of Jane.
So as Dave and I were tucking into bed that night, I asked:
A: Do you want to play High/Low?
D: Sure.
A: Okay. You start. (I already had mine in my head, and I thought ours would be identical.)
D: Fifteen.
A (thinking I heard him wrong): What?
D: Fifteen.
A: Uh, what do you mean, “fifteen?”
D: Fifteen. Now tell me if I’m too high or too low!
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