I guess I'm going to sink battleships now

Dave's home now for a few hours, and we're enjoying our time together by watching "Dateline" (of course) and sitting on the couch. He's heeere. He's sitting right beside me. Say hi, Dave.

Hi.

See? Wow, he's here.

But he wants to hang out like it's 1992 and I'm at home on a school night with my younger brothers. Dave bought Battleship at the thrift store the other day, and he's been begging me to sink his battleships all day.

I kept trying to fight time.

"Are all the pieces there?"

"They are! I checked."

"I bet they're dirty."

"I'll wash them!"

I'm running out of excuses. I'll, uh ... blog! I'll take a bath? I'll eat waffles? Go to bed early? Read? Anyone? How about some Trivial Pursuit? Someone? Help.