Game Night

I love to play games o all kinds. Tommy told me he did when I met him. I was thrilled, but he only played the one time and sorely disappointed me after that. So, the prospect of going to a Game Night thrilled me. We did go.

When I asked him would there be snacks or should we bring our own. He said some people bring things. Not wanting to cook but wanting to participate, I bought a 12 oz. can of Planter's Homey Roasted Peanuts.. They were bogo at Publix, so the can cost $1.44. People brought food! I told a few that Tommy said "snacks."

Someone made homemade ice cream, so that was a thrill for me.

We played Bingo. It was fun, but neither of us won. A group gathered for A game of Dominoes, but I did not see it forming.. I find a seat and plant myself in it, so I do not appear to be as sociable as I am.

Tommy and I ended up playing a card game with a bunch of kids--"Dutch Blitz." Neither of us liked it. So, they started a game called Bananas or something like that. The tiles with letters were in a banana. both of us enjoyed that much better. They left, so we wandered back to the Dominoes. Finally, I asked how many could play and someone asked us if we wanted to play. I won the first game I ever played of the game :Mexican Dominoes."

I wondered if Dutch and Mexican were intended as slurs. ???

I didn't get enough sleep Friday night, so I went back to bed this morning about 9 am and slept to 2 pm., bathed, washed my hair and was ready to go by 4 pm. Sitting from 4:30 to 9:30 really made my back hurt. Two or three other women have as much trouble walking as I do.

For lunch, I heated the carcass of the rotisserie chicken and served it to Tommy. He laughed when I told him he was having the carcass. There was a leg and thigh left and little pieces of chicken here and there. I forgot what else we had. Oh, I pulled the last bit of the breast off the carcass.

My metal chicken I managed to rescue it before the thieves got it is now sitting on Tommy's porch. I put it in a bare place with weeds. But. that was where his neighbor killed all the grass in order to make mowing easier. Since the guy will never mow if the chicken is there, I decided to put the chicken on the porch. It needs flowers. But, I am not sure what kind. I have to think about what to put in it for Christmas. Tommy told me I could not put it in his yard, but after it stayed in his car for several weeks, I guess he did not mind. He laughed at it when he saw it.

This has been the best day so far since I lost the house.