Chutes & Cupcakes

Back in the day, I played my share of boardgames. A little Monopoly on a rainy day, Chutes & Ladders with a gaggle of little girls, 'Sorry' with my sister (I loved it when I won- she didn't) but looking back I'm not sure I took full advantage, and did true justice to the mighty boardgame. Sitting on the rug in front of our blue leather couch (which sadly to me, now lives in my 'all grown-up' sister's san francisco apartment) Andrea and I would spend many an afternoon cross-legged on the floor moving little colored cones, thimbles, or top hats over what was really just a piece cardboard- but it folded. Remember that? I always thought the folding board was amazing.

But I digress. Back to the Glick's tv room. (Others may call it a den or family room, but we never did- though that is exactly what is was- even more so than a room to watch tv.) In this room, which sits in the middle of our house- not quite it's own floor, but a seperate level in it's own right- Andrea and I (and when I turned 14, our gorgeous little man, Gabe (a-la) would rotate throughout the room over the course of an afternoon. The corner of the couch, the big leather recliner, the computer desk... All to the rythmn of 'Like sand through an hourglass, so are the Days of our Lives." Oh, the things we saw at 3:30pm.

Marlena possesed by the devil, Stefano dead, (but not for long) Sammi married to Austin, Austin married to Carrie, Carrie kissing Lucas, Sammi married to Lucas... The list goes on. Of course, all of this happened under the watchful gaze of the Salem Place steadies; John, Roman, Marlena, Victor and Kate, Beau & Hope, Jack & Jennifer and as pointed out by a seasoned Days fan, my sister, Sean & Belle... For those who I have failed to mention- days will live on in you all.

3:30pm also marked snack-time. I will say, cupcakes were not so much on the radar at 15, 16, 17 years of age. Instead... dry kix in a plastic brown bowl (or yellow, or orange,) peanut butter and bananas, tofu. Nothing like the delectables of 1476 Benito Avenue.

Maybe I'll try the dry kix again... better than cupcakes. (But not really.)