Nah. You could have played secretly, with the sound turned off, while you pretended to listen to her talk about Mutual Funds or something. I mean she was ill, right, so it’s not like you were going to get laid…
Good point. About not getting laid, I mean. But I might have to disagree with you about the pretense of listening to her chatter (:)), 'cause, true to form, I’d have interrupted a few times to point out billboards and Holy Cows.
But since I had to drag my butt up to her place, I’m afraid I would have been unable to play the game anyway. Alas.
Be creative, all you need is a hallway and a bouncyball (preferably chicken colored.)
Ooooohhhh, I see! But, to tell the truth, I’d much rather use one of our three nutty dogs instead of a ball. Plus–Bonus!–they make more interesting noises when they bounce.
Unlike your conventional ball. 