I am writing this using the one arm I have availalable to me this week. I am made cripple by playing the Slug Bug game with my friend Bill's kids; Z-Attack and S-let. (no not that Bill the other one...I know, I know, I gotta talk him into starting a blog..hell he really WRITES for god's sake)

Anyway, this widow making game revolves around spying VW Bugs BEFORE anyone else and then shouting out "Slug Bug!! and the color of the car, at the same time you are giving a rather sharp rap to your opponents arm.

As you might guess by his nickname, Z-Attack was the aggressor and inevitable winner. I say inevitable because this kid goes to war with this game. That, and I am quite sure his blood is teaming with trillions of those little metachlorians, the Popeye spinach of the Jedi force.

At first I don't care if I lose. But, after a while, my arm starts to get so sore frrom looding and being pounded that I want to win for arm self preservation alone.
Ouch!!!! This little turd is GOOD at this &^$%$&^%$ game.

I swear I can hear little Jedi force noises coming out of the back seat as we are driving along. He keeps rapping me on the arm as he spots these damn cars from what I swear has to be 30 or 40 miles down the road. "Slug Bug GREEN!!" he scream as he joyfully pounds away...."Where? Where?" I yell, convinced he is making cars up faster than a Ford conveyor belt....but then about 45 seconds later, sure as hell here comes a green VW...how does he see this car through 4 lanes of traffic and a tunnel????From 4 miles away?????? Gotta be jedi stuff, gotta be..

Then, S-let, Z-Attack and I all start laughing about it for some reason. I mean we really are flat out laughing. Z Attack is laughing because things can be difficult for him, but he is VERY good at this game, he knows it, and it makes him feel great to be winning at it...... S-let is laughing because she doesn't care who wins as long as it is not her getting smacked plus she loves seeing her brother in such a gleeful state.. And me" I don't know exactly why I am laughing cause my arm is starting to hurt like hell....... Except, the top is down on my car, it is a beautiful day, and I have kids that I love laughing hysterically in my car....."Slug Bug Red!!" he screams, whamming away. Laughter swirls away out of the car as we accelerate down the street.....Suddenly my arm is not all that sore.