Every weeknight at 7:30, we sit down for dinner and we watch Jeopardy. Typically, my daughter gets mad because my boyfriend and I are fountains of useless knowledge and when she knows the answer, she can’t get it out faster than we do. If you know Jeopardy, you know that sometimes they have kids, or college kids, and sometimes, celebs. We hate celebrity Jeopardy. Sure it’s great that they’re playing for charity, but more often than not, the questions are outrageously simple. I watch Jeopardy for the brain workout and that’s the same reason I don’t watch Wheel of Fortune.
Well, I don’t remember what the category was, but the clue went a little something like this:
Andrew Jackson, when on his deathbed, said he would see his slaves in this place.
Right? Simple? Heaven. Nice guy that AJ. Not so nice two gals and one guy sitting in our living room because I shout out, “That great cotton field in the sky!” I think at that point, my daughter swallowed a mouthful of pasta without chewing. Being who we are, we can’t let it go with just that. Lovey chips in with, “See all those puffy clouds up there? You’ll still be picking!” At this point, Kiddie is nearly in tears and we all have a great giggle.
It was funny! Really! We’ll be there all week.