Hi, I’m Deanna Dahlsad and I’ve been collecting board games — or any game in a box, really — for decades. And I don’t just collect them. I play them, I force my kids to play them, and, should you visit my house, you’ll be asked to play them too.

Given the size and scope of my collection, and the size of the boxes themselves, the games are all over the house. My collection is pretty impressive — if you count this sort of story as “impressive”.

A year ago or so, a local girl came around to sell her Girl Scout cookies. Her mother was in attendance, but was letting her daughter do all the selling. Since mom had hear the girl’s sales shpiel a number of times before, she let her mind and eyes wander a bit and looked into our house through the open door. So excited by what she saw she blurted out, “Hey, the next time we want to play a game we should come here!”

And that’s just what you can see from the front door. (Or, more accurately, what you can see lurking behind the sofa — they are stacked from the floor, approaching the ceiling.) There are stacks like this all over the house…