The night owl gets the worm

Confession: I have played one game unceasingly for the last 9 ½ years.

And I’m boss for the month!

[insert celebratory jig]

Here’s how it works. Because today is the first of the month, I crushed my husband’s expectations in one fell swoop at midnight, with these simple words: “Happy August!”

Now I get boss rights.

I won’t repeat what he said in reply. I assume there are some tender ears in this batch, and I wouldn’t want to smoke the crushed flax. Or whatever.

In his defense, he usually remembers to say it first, which makes him boss about 70% of the time. He thinks this may have to do with having a superior IQ, but I doubt it. He also suggests that it may have to do with being disciplined enough to wake up before sevensies. But who wants to beef about a little thing like that?

We’ve been playing this game since our dating days, but we’ve never quite nailed down what this boss thing means, exactly. Some rights are best held loosely. Let’s just say it comes in handy in arguments, and questions of—say, McDonald’s or Red Lobster.

Good times comin!