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litheraFor me a turn in the weather towards all of this grey clouds and fog is not depresing. It's comforting. It's like a blanket and I just want to curl up in it and doze. It makes it hard to get out of bed but I don't mind it at all.
Talking about Pinochle and Euchre. It's like I'm at home. My family is a card playing sort.
Don't you hate it when you know that there is something you're forgetting?
Talking about Pinochle and Euchre. It's like I'm at home. My family is a card playing sort.
Don't you hate it when you know that there is something you're forgetting?
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Date: 2003-10-02 09:44 am (UTC)Sometimes, my aunt and/or uncle would play.
They taught me how to play, eventually. I'm not exceptional, but I can play.
On my Dad's side, they play Rook. Not all of them (not even a lot of them), but enough that I familiarized myself with it.
Other than that, neither side of the family is much for games at all.