So here we were playing cards the other night. Crib to start, just the two of us, and how do I start the game? That’s right, by giving up a 24-point kitty, and ending up skunked. Are you surprised? Don’t be.

Next came Speed. Again, I lost, but this time just by a hair. Things are looking up. 0 for 2 though.

Third was Gin Rummy. I lost at this one too, and this time it wasn’t so close. I should have cut my losses and went to watch TV at this point but no…
Fourth, Crazy 8’s. Guess who won? Yes that’s right, my illustrious partner. She must be cheating, but I have yet to figure out how. Must be the larger brain.

So at this point I’m getting pretty dejected. I mean, I’m used to losing, but occasionally I get a win to keep from totally sinking into the hellish abyss of self-loathing.

“OK”, I say. “Cut the deck and let’s see who gets a higher card.” Finally I have a realistic chance at winning something. I pull a 5. She gets something far better, like a Queen.

Ah shag this… time for bed.