Don’t ever play poker on Thanksgiving
– because it’s blasphemous. When you gamble on Thanksgiving instead of giving thanks, you lose. You lose twenty dollars, actually. To your friends’ downstairs neighbor’s visiting mother.
I’m glad they invited us for dinner, though. J. and I were passively resigned to finding Jamaican food, but the turkey and cranberry sauce and potatos and beans and pies downstairs were way better. There were two moms, two daughters, the two daughters’ husbands, us two neighbors, and seven dogs in the house. SEVEN. Yeah, I’m not even kidding. The evening would have been perfect had I just abstained from playing poker with everyone after the meal. Oh well, serves me right. I’m going to bet with rubber band booty from now on.
Cluck cluck, turkeys are we…