Happy (day-late) Thanksgiving to all my American readers. Rick and I had a great Thanksgiving. We drove to my Grandma’s house G-ma’s house and had lots of turkey, mashed potatoes, baked corn…
And, somehow it has become family tradition to play a game or 20 of Spoons. If you’ve never played, it’s a fast-paced game, where one always keeps four cards in his hand (adding cards and discarding as necessary) while rifling through the deck in an attempt to find four of a kind. Once someone has four of a kind, they remove a spoon from the table. Once a spoon has been taken, it’s free game for anyone to then take a spoon, and there are always one fewer spoons than people, so the odd man out loses. 
Sometimes the fighting over the spoons can get very comical…one might even say so funny you could pee your pants, huh Samantha? 
After several games of Spoons, most everyone took a break for one of several pumpkin deserts (poor dad, I’ll make something different next time!) After the indulgence of our sweet tooths, we (and by we I mean: me, mom and Patsy) attempted to teach Rick how to play Euchre (it’s an Indiana thing…that apparently Rick missed out on, even though his mom plays it). He’s not quite an expert yet, but he’s been given the basics, and he will hopefully be able to catch on quicker next time.
After some goodbyes, Rick and I got back into the car and drove to his mom’s house. There we hung out and nibbled on some of their desserts and left overs until Brian’s parents left. And the the fun started. Rick, Brenda, Brian and I played a couple games of Uno. First game was fairly uneventful. (And, by game, I mean that we play until someone has 500 points, so each game consists of potentially several hands.) Somewhere in the second game, we had a hand that lasted over two hours. All of us at one time or another had over twenty cards in our hand…and all of us at one time or another shouted “uno.”
We stayed at his mom’s house until midnight. Many of you may think, “how rude to keep your poor husband out that late when he has to be at work at 4am.” Well, he himself said that he wanted to stay up all night. And usually when he decides to do that he makes it until about one hour before the deadline, and then falls asleep and has an extremely hard time waking up. So, I figured hanging out and having fun would help keep him awake. And, now, here I sit, typing a blog entry, watching the cats chase each other in and out of the room, staying awake with my husband, as moral support.