This marked the beginning of what our family would come to call "Missy's difficult period." Despite my repeated assurances that I could solve the problem with a brain scan and some low-voltage electric shocks, I was never given the opportunity. Such a shame.
I never cared for The Game of Life. Marriage, children, careers, houses. What kind of life is that? In my game, the milestones are papers published, degrees earned, Nobel Prizes won. And in my version, I am dominating. But you knew that. Ooh, and instead of cars, - you'd ride around in a train.