Been a busy couple of days…lots more family goings-on: visiting, singing, eating, celebrating, playing, and so on. Now it’s raining and gray, so we’re all hiding inside and lying about. I just had my ass handed to me at crib (skunked, narrowly avoiding being double-skunked) so I’ve scampered into the office to blog and lick my wounds. There may be a drive to find fried clams later. There may not. That is the extent of our planning and forethought this day.
[tags]family reunion[/tags]
Ah Crib; I still fondly remember defeating your father and my wife at that game in France. That victory, and hearing old-man Dickinson saying “Stink-hole” will forever be etched into my memory.