Sunday, December 17, 2006
And then Dad lost his shirt
This was our last trip up to see Glenn. Note that my father has already been robbed of his shirt by the card sharks at the table. I am not among them - I just am pretending to be a serious contender. Actually, my husband hates it when I play because he says he can't use strategy with someone who plays a hand solely based on the most aesthetic ordering of red and black.
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