Chess

So, Bradley and I played chess this afternoon. I console myself by thinking it would have been worse if I was playing with Samuel, but in reality, I'm not sure that it could have been much worse. Losing your queen in less than twelve moves can't be good. A chess player I am not. At least we had a rule that if you lost a piece, you could then--and only then--eat a peanut M&M. So I got a lot of nutty chocolately goodness. Hee hee.

I think I would like to be about 25 when I am resurrected. I was quite slender then (but I hope we can eat sugar in heaven without gaining weight, because that was why I was so slender!), and I don't remember too many aches and pains. But who knows. Maybe seventeen was a good age, body-wise too. Except the shin splints.