There are two reasons I didn’t go out on a date until I was 20. 1. My parents wouldn’t allow it and 2. The pool of eligible men was miniscule. But make no mistake: reason number one trumped reason number two, rendering it null and void.
Of course, that didn’t stop guys from asking me out. Not many, but there were a few. And do you know what I told them? Continue reading
I’ll never forget the first time I sat down at my future in-laws’ kitchen table intent on learning how to play euchre. My (future) husband launched into a monologue about a new world order in the land of playing cards where jacks, renamed bowers, were the highest-ranking cards. The “right” bower was the jack of trump. The “left” was the other jack of the same color…
And he lost me. If I am to be perfectly honest, I contemplated feigning food poisoning after the second sentence.
You can change the order of cards?! The highest card changes depending on trump?! {whatever that is} So how often and when does trump change? Continue reading