NOT!
sorry parker brothers, i'm not a fan. i've tried since i was a little girl, but you stress.me.out. maybe it's the too close parallel between real and imaginary life spending for me. or the fact that the volume of voices when playing is at an all time high and always sound defensive and high-pitched. or the fact that the game NeVER seems to end, i don't know.i snapped this photo after i couldn't take it anymore and stomped off in true mama kat fit fashion when another episode of whoever smelt it dealt it snuck into this marathon event. the dogs even seemed to participate in this game.
i do have to give you kudos though for engaging these 4 fellows:(as pictured from left to right)
- the-plaid-jacket-wearing-slick-used-car-salesman-who's-constantly-screaming,"WHaT?!"-because-he's-too-busy-trying-to-swindle-someone-to-notice-someone-else-has-landed-on-his-property-and-the-next-person's-gone-so-he-doesn't-get-paid-guy
- the-always-calculating-i'm-gonna-regret-that-move-aren't-i-and-i-will-NEVeR-let-ANY-detail-of-this-or-any-game-go-unnoticed-guy
- the-eternal-grand-master-of-the-bank-and-we-don't-need-the-stinkin-rules-cause-i-make-them-real-estate-risk-taker-guy
- the-sure-i-only-have-4-bucks-left-and-build-motels-in-the-hood-but-will-somehow-manage-to-whip-your-butts-because-i've-been-running-a-black market-pencil-ring-in-my-locker-at-school-guy
good times, my friends. good times.
gotta love boys.
