My Wild Side...

Tonight, we played a rare "family" game. I say rare, because we are all rarely at home the same time (except on holidays) and want to play a game at the same time. I am not much for playing games of any kind, which seems odd for my kind of personality. When I do play, I am highly competitive.

Perhaps it was due to my illness, or because I've been cooped up in the house all weekend...I got rather wild. I had been on a winning streak in "Spoons" and was unexpectedly beat by my dad. Who can say why I lunged across the table at him? One of the great mysteries of life... or a hysterical loser?