Confession #2: I love it even more when it's "Kids Week," because it makes me feel like a genius. You better believe I run the categories about Justin Bieber and Nickelodeon TV shows. Don't hate.
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| How can you not love Alex Trebek and his snarky way of correcting the contestants on their pronunciation of "Guadalajara"?! |
Back to the title of this post. Why am I not a gambler? Mr. Malone and I sometimes place bets on the game... get your mind out of the gutter, kids. The bet is always as such - whoever answers the most questions correctly during Jeopardy gets to have a dinner of their choice, made with
I seem to do great in the first round, when they throw in a couple of Pop Culture categories to make the contestants feel good about themselves, but shit! By the time we're four answers into Double Jeopardy, I realize I'm screwed. And categories about bible verses/anything religious - fugheddaboudit!
Moral of the story? Don't bet on Jeopardy with your husband... especially if you know his meal of choice is going to meatloaf. Blech.
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