Are you sick of hearing about what I did on my Virginia vacation yet? I hope not, cause here comes yet another tale. In this exciting chapter, you will hear about how I embraced my Inner Senior Citizen.
I became an avid Domino player. That’s right, yours truly, generally known for being super nerdy hip, young, and dazzlingly stylish, succumbed to peer pressure from my parental units and embraced this old folks home favorite. And what’s worse, I dragged my uber-cool husband down with me.
My mom and I played on a team against my dad and Bobby, and we tooooootally whooped ’em. It was legen…wait for it…DARY! In the world of familial domino-playing, that is. It was on like Donkey Kong! My mother and I seriously laid the girl power smackdown on those dudes, while high-fiving each other and ruthlessly taunting our competition. It was like, totally a “Girls Rule, Boys Drool” moment. Although, in the nursing home, where this game is usually played, I think both genders drool equally.
But anyways. We played every night we were there, and this week I have been having Domino withdrawal. I am thiiiiiiis close to running out and getting a set for Bobby and I. Dominoes in hand, I can then start cruising long-term care facilities for people to play against us.
Protect your Grandmas, people! Or I’m gonna force them to play Dominoes against me. And I plan to show NO mercy.
But to save you, my friends, from a similar dotted-tile related fate, I’ll give you one piece of advice: do not accept an invitation to play games with two people whose most exciting upcoming life events are going on Social Security and/or Medicare in the next 30 days. I beg of you, don’t do it! It’s too late for me, but YOU – you have your whole life ahead of you!
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