We did it. After 4 straight losses in Hand and Foot, Christy and I announced our intention of embarrassing the sore losers, and sore losers they are. Tensions were running high as we whipped their sorry little butts, by 10,000 points.
It's a quiet evening on the southern front, as the boy has been exiled to do the dishes. If the victors get the spoils, the losers get the dishes. Except, guess who got stuck with the job all by himself.
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