An ace up her sleeve
Maverick would have turned under his hat if he'd seen us playing poker last night. But it was fun.
The results are as follows:
Carol $10,435
Andrew $7,230
Andy $5,120
Jude $4,245
Solvent (just) Mike, Janet and Wendy
Bankrupt (again) husband and me (twice after being baled out once by the bank)
And the meringues were yummy if a trifle chewy.
The faces say it all.
2 comments:
Ya' gotta know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run . . .
Looks like fun. (And get Carol to lend you some money . . . or better yet, partner with her next time!)
Does that lyric apply to the poker or to the meringues? By the way, I love chewy meringues.
I watched poker on TV the other night, just to see if I could get the hang of it, but I was no wiser at the end than at the beginning. Perhaps you have to be there.....
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