Woot woot! Winner, winner, chicken dinner! The joy, the pure, unadulterated bliss that comes from taking down the reigning Perquacky King! For ever so long, Larry has taken on any and all comers at this game and come out victorious. We have a particular ceremony to acknowledge a game winner in which hands must be clapped and raised while declaring "Champion of the World!" Well, meet the new Champion. It's me! Larry said it didn't count because there weren't any witnesses, so I promptly called and forced him to confess his downfall to Deb and Craig. In retaliation, he soundly trounced me at Rummy and then hid the cards so I had no chance to recover. That's okay, I rest comfortably on my Perquacky laurels. (No, there's no competitive spirit in this family. None whatsoever. Wanna bet?)
Grey, cold, windy, wet...it was a great day!