We have decided by popular vote that we should start to go to bed soon. Three have now fallen out and the rest of us are playing poker with the Hooter's cards. One of them is signed (courtesy of Baby Brother) and it is the wild card. Nobody has decided exactly what the wild card means in this version of Holmes County Hold 'em, but it hasn't come up thus far so we don't have to fight (yet.)
Robert and I took a ride in the 'Gator. We decided that it wasn't bad to drink and drive if you are staying on the driveway and the field (it has four wheel drive.) After we got so far, we had to turn the lights on (no we weren't exactly lost) and drive back to the house. We sorta fooled everyone else when we told them that Mom just pulled up the lane to see what we were doing (she does live next door.)
We've taken the knife away from Randy, but are serving up the morning meaty treats after trying to include them in the game. Sometimes you just can't be completely inclusive and you have to eat the meat.
Vergie just doubled down so I have to go now and see what that means. It sounds dirty.
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