So this is how Wanda rolls ...
Meet my friend Wanda. She’s a salt-of-the-earth person. You know those signs that say, “Work hard. Be Nice.” That’s Wanda.
Not too long ago, she gave up a weekend to help me paint my living room and dining room. She did the miles of trim work because she likes trim work. Who likes trim work?!?
If you need a designated driver, you can count on Wanda. Well, that’s unless she’s gone to bed early.
This is a woman with few vices.
Yet … she called me one day to share that she had taken my fitness Roll With It game and given it a twist.
You wouldn’t know by looking at her, but Wanda’s weakness is carbs, specifically sweets, soda and bread. To improve her eating habits, she decided she would let a roll of the die determine which of her vices she would avoid that day.
Here’s how Wanda rolls to see what’s off-limit for the day:
We dubbed her new game, “Vices and Dices.”
“Pick your Poison” was also in the running.
A word to my word purist friends: You know I love you, and I know that the single of dice is die. But you have to admit, “Vices and Die” is problematic as an inspiring name. Oh, and sure, dices isn’t right either, but it’s fun to say and rhymes. So that’s settled.
What I like about this game:
It makes me really happy when followers take my RYC games and tricks and use them in a way that works even better for them. If you’ve done this, please let me know in the comments!
*Thinking this needs a caveat of some kind. You know, within reason.
Beware Wanda’s dark side
I’ve told you Wanda is uber-nice, but there was a day in Mexico when I had my doubts. Wanda is fluent in Spanish. Me, whatever's the opposite of fluent. I can order a beer. That’s the extent of my Spanish survival toolkit.
On vacation, Wanda likes to practice her second language by visiting with locals. In a jewelry store in Cabo, she struck up a lively conversation with the shopkeeper. The two of them were having a mucho good time, while I browsed about.
At some point, Wanda pointed to me and said something to her new amigo. What, I have no idea. Then, the two of them busted out laughing and chatted more, all while eyeballing me.
My mind went to a dark place. What is happening? Is this a deal going down and I am the goods? Am I making it out of here?
When we left, I asked her not to do that again—to talk about me when I can’t understand what she’s saying.
She just laughed. It was kind of an evil laugh.
I am Margie Reece. I am here to help you rock your chores and have some fun doing it.