(I noticed a Friend of a Friend read and liked an old FaceBook post, so I decided to reprint it here. I may try to figure out how to link my FB and Blogger acounts. I thought it used to to it for me, but I haven't be able to link in quite some time. Until I figure it out, I'm going to repost a few FB posts. This is from a May 12, 2014 FB post.)
I had a fun night playing spades with Sharon, Guyann, and Lou last night—even when the storm hit. We have a scaredy cat. Actually, there was a cat at spades.
"Jane," the visually impaired kitty. She's also a naughty kitty. She nearly got spritzed with Sharon's water bottle for attempting to hop up on the table. She eventually found a comfy spot on Lou's handbag (Jane, not Sharon), after she accompanied me to the bathroom (again, Jane—not Sharon).
I thought it was just my pets that had an overwhelming urge to ensure my bathroom safety. Evidentially, I must give off the "I'm helpless and need protection" vibe, because ALL animals--whether mine or not, seem to be protective of me and feel compelled to keep me safe in the bathroom.
I even thought it was fun when Sharon attempted to correct me by spraying me with her water bottle. Sharons corrective attempt was clearly an epic fail since she says I'm still ornery.
I guess I am ornery because I had an especially fun night. Guyann was my spades partner and we stomped Lou and Sharon—all night.
Well, almost all night. Right up until the last hand, of the last game, when everyone played their last card.
Everyone except Lou that is—after she played her "last" card, she still had four in her hand...we're still kinda wondering how that happened. Maybe she picked up a trick and it was placed in her hand? We've made every known mistake, and a few unique to us.
It really didn't matter, I promptly declared, "Jane," the visually impaired kitty, the overall game winner!