* Playing checkers. Team Testosterone will want you to play if you show up. Then they'll want to play the winner of that game.
* Drinking ginger ale. I bought it because Mr. D was sick with the flu. Team Testosterone gave it a taste because it qualified as a "soda" (see: plastic 2-liter bottle, carbonated, sugar) and pronounced it really good...can you buy some more, Mom?
* Watching Sherlock. One hopes this leads to actually reading some Sherlock.
* Eating Carr's Jam & Creme Cookies--because that's what Dr. Who ate in "The Beast Below" after convincing the Daleks the cookie was a self-destruct button for the TARDIS.
Spill it, reader. What's all the rage in your neck of the woods?