I've never played cribbage. I used to play bridge in high school, though. Haven't played that in years. Might be fun to get back into, if I can find other people who play.
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Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
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Huh. We haven't played cribbage since we were dating. I've been cheated!
Mr. Jane tried to teach me to play chess. It ended in tears. I found it incredibly boring, and kept making up rules. Then we got this [link] I still make up rules, but he doesn't care as much.
Instead of cribbage we went to the grocery store. We play cribbage all the time -- my DH loves card games, and while I don't, I was raised on cribbage. We all have hand-carved (by my Dad) cribbage boards.
Hil, my DH would so love to play bridge w/ you, if there's a way to find two more people to play (I don't).
That call I was avoiding from the aunt the other day? Turns out my uncle (her brother) has prostate cancer. Now I feel like a jerk. I didn't think it was anything serious. My uncle supposedly had surgery this weekend, and I don't know anything else other than the fact that I am supposed to wait until Monday to call him. ~ma would be appreciated. This uncle happens to be the one member of my father's family that has been very good to me over the years.
Oh, my mom found out that her results were clean for cancer, but that she probably needs more thyroid medication. Thanks for the mama-ma.
~ma for your uncle, sj. And {{}} for you.
Hil, Waterloo is an hour or so from Toronto. The anchor of Canada's "research triangle" - a very known and prestigious place to be for math and science. And not a bad town, really. The accent is on the "loo".
Oh, man. Lemon bars and bead-hunting with Buffistas and a dog named Frida sounds like a perfect afternoon!
Doesn't it?
Lucy and I are just back from a walk that started at about 4. My time. We were passing by a bar I frequent, and the bartender from the patio recognized her. Some hours, many beers and shots (me), and platters of sausage and bowls of water (her), and we're finally back home. She's in much better shape than I am.
Em and I just got back from her first real haircut!! Pictures in about a minnit and a half.