Gambling.
I mean, love.
I mean, a love of gambling. Or of one another? Wait, I'm confused.
In any event, we love each other - and we often gamble. Let's just leave it at that.
There's a particular game that has a bit of history in my family - Acey Ducey. Fortunes have been won and lost in an instant under the influence of this cruel game of cards. And I'm only slightly exagerating.
This year, Henry wants to play. He says if he wins then he can keep all the money, but if other people win - then he can keep his money, right? Right? I've got 19 days to try and figure out how to answer that question.
A more important note is that we're PLANNING for the game this year. And we all know what they say about the best laid plans. Or something.
Anyway, Exhibit A.
Okay, so at first we weren't really committed to the cause and we only had a few pennies. NO fun, man.
Now, we're serious.
Once the jar was full, Henry asked, "There's no way we can lose ALL that money, right?"
I told him that was a much better question for uncle Dave.
Long story short - we're coming for ya, Fairchild derivatives.
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