The letter Q doesn't have all that many options for blog post topics for me, this time around. So I'm turning to our game shelf again.
There is this innocent looking game tucked toward the back of a high shelf in hopes Steven doesn't notice it. Out of sight out of mind. Right?
He loves it. I loathe it.
I can play a lot of games I don't particularly care for, but Quelf is too much. It requires all sorts of humiliating, uncomfortable, and rude things to be done in order to advance your game piece on the board.
None of the rest of the family likes it either, which means the only time Steven gets to play it is if I help him.
I won't donate it yet, maybe never. I have contemplated saving it and giving it to his children if he ever has any and telling them their Daddy would love to help them play. The thought of watching him play it with his children is the only good thing I can think of for the game of Quelf.