Cribbage Is For Old People, And For Me To Kick Lauren's Ass
Lauren taught me how to play cribbage today--she and dad had been playing, Jennifer knows how to play too, and really... it's been the thing that has torn me apart from my family for years. Not really, but kinda. Anyhow, I just got done playing a second game of it with her, and I um, yeah I won. Both games. The second one by a painful greatness.
My face is wet from the tears of laughter that have cascaded down it, resulting from Lauren's reaction to the butt-kicking of a lifetime. There's a phrase in cribbage called "skunked" which is used to describe just how badly someone lost; that's funny.
I truly like how this can be my old thing, my thing that makes me more similar to old people than not. I'm nowhere near Chel's Bonanza-watching, scarf-crocheting, card-playing, cigarrette-smoking, countless other old-people things she does ways, but man. I'm catching up.
I bet she wears Depends. And that hair can't be real, I bet it's a hot wig.
Jolly good tidings to all, on this, the fourth-and-twentieth day of December!
My face is wet from the tears of laughter that have cascaded down it, resulting from Lauren's reaction to the butt-kicking of a lifetime. There's a phrase in cribbage called "skunked" which is used to describe just how badly someone lost; that's funny.
I truly like how this can be my old thing, my thing that makes me more similar to old people than not. I'm nowhere near Chel's Bonanza-watching, scarf-crocheting, card-playing, cigarrette-smoking, countless other old-people things she does ways, but man. I'm catching up.
I bet she wears Depends. And that hair can't be real, I bet it's a hot wig.
Jolly good tidings to all, on this, the fourth-and-twentieth day of December!