Bob Marley is NOT in A Christmas Carol

I'm taking a big slice of humble pie right now, so if you haven't already, make sure you read the post below this one so you know why I'm feeling so embarrassed.

I decided to play another man vs. woman game of Catch Phrase, only this time it was at the Tower's and all of the hubbies were police officers (which isn't intimidating at all, but strangely eery because they all think so much alike). Anywho, we got started and the score was pretty balanced, so I guess there are multiple benefits in being a fellow police wife because we're all pretty similar in certain personality quirks as well.

Well, it came to be my turn, and I get another character from Charles Dickens' beloved A Christmas Carol. Was it Ebeneezer Scrooge? No. Bob Cratchett, his loyal clerk? No. And it wasn't any of the Christmas Ghosts...well, actually it was.

Jacob Marley, Scrooge's old business partner and first ghost to appear to Ebeneezer that cold Christmas Eve appeared on the screen. With all my incredible know-how of Charles Dickens and his short story, I should've been able to describe him in 10 words or less, right?

Right. But Jacob Marley doesn't sing reggae and is NOT a symbol of Rastafarianism, which is what I excitedly stated to my fellow girlies, in which they quickly responded back with "Bob Marley." I was so relieved, I started to pass the Catch Phrase contraption on, but quickly decided to confirm that Bob was short for Jacob....yeah, you can guess the outcome.

After everyone was able to collect themselves, the timer went out and the cops got the point, but before resuming the next set, they thought they'd re-enact a "Bob Marley Christmas Carol" by becoming the 3 ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future. If I wasn't so mad at myself, I would've laughed because they did some awesome Jamaican accents and could very easily make a profit with their version of A Christmas Carol.

So, Melissa, I'm sorry. At least Scrooge McDuck was IN a version of A Christmas Carol.

Oh, and for anyone else that is possibly as dense as I am, here's who I was supposed to give clues about in Catch Phrase:
NOT him:

I don't think I'm going to play Catch Phrase for awhile.

A Christmas Party with Scrooge McDuck

Surprisingly, I'm not talking about any of the husbands when I mention Scrooge. Nope. I'm referring to the fact that the men totally wailed on the ladies during Catch Phrase and Melissa needs to read Charles Dickens (I TOLD you I would blog about it!).

Well, after a scrumptious feast of soups and rolls (I sampled everything, and it was ALL delicious!), we let the kids continue their romping in the Harris fun house, and the couples all decided to try a boy vs. girl game of Catch Phrase.

I could already feel the extra estrogen seep into me as I started to link minds with the other mommies as we gathered in a circle. We have this in the bag, I thought to myself smugly. There's no way the guys can beat us now that we have the feminine mystique going for us. Truly we know more about how to describe things to each other than any of these fellows that have only met a few times.

Yeah, right.

Apparently this supposed link that I thought we all shared by spending time together at Music Makers and Playgroups never actually led to anything intelligent, so we started the game out stuttering and sputtering our thoughts out, gesticulating to try to make the words come out, but the beeper from that cursed little machine took precedence and suddenly the hubbies were up a point. What?! How did THAT happen?! Well, it's just because it wasn't my turn.

As I was handed the beeping Catch Phrase contraption, it went to Ebeneezer Scrooge. Hah! It can't get any easier than this during a Christmas party! Say good-bye to your ONE point, men!

I casually said, "He says, 'Bah, humbug." Then waited for the instantaneous response. And waited...then waited some more until a few seconds had lapsed and I stared wide-eyed as the women-folk that I thought I was so mentally linked too, only to find more stuttering and sputtering of, "Oh, I know this!" "It's that one man...you know..." then Melissa piped in, "Scrooge McDuck!"

Scrooge McDuck?! I trusted my oh so brilliant team to be spouting off DISNEY CHARACTERS?! My mouth fell open and I couldn't believe it. I was so dumbfounded that I blurted, "Have you never even HEARD of Charles Dickens?!" Finally they muddled their way out of the right answer, we passed the Catch Phrase on in which the guys got it by the first clue, then it was our turn...and lost another point. Even a "best two out of three" didn't work out for the womenfolk. I wanted to go 3 out of 5, but the babies were hungry and tired, the toddlers had eaten a little too much sugar, and the hubbies were ready to get home and to bed.

Scrooge McDuck.

BAH, HUMBUG!!!!!