Spent all afternoon playing Imagination with J yesterday. Drama of separating parents, runaway teen sisters and amazingly irritating work fuckwits had yours truly wishing to be on v. warm island drinking from coconut shells and getting sunburns in sensitive areas.
J: Can I come?
H: Yes. You have to. I'll be needing a cabana boy.
J: Right...
H: Come on! It's a big job being in charge of the tanning oil and all that.
J: So that means you'll be paying all my expenses, right?
H: Well, sure. But I may have to pimp you out to the natives for food and trinkets. That ok?
J: I guess that's fine. When should we go? I got paid yesterday...
H: Friday. I want turkey.
J: Yeah, me too. It's on!
Waking up to snow covered trees this morning only made playing Imagination all the more painful. Want to be on my island, but am not completely disappointed with current weather conditions as is v. pretty out.