loser

Ahh, Thanksgiving with the family. Mom and Dad were here for the holiday, and after dinner we started our usual card tournament. Mom and Dad and I don't have a *ton* in common when it comes to our personal interests. Politics? No. Religion? Barely. Music? Ha. But cards? Yeah, we love to play our cards. And today, my cards completely sucked. I came in last in the tournament, and Dad beat us all. You can see the score from my round with Dad above. After he wrote that big zero, my 61-year-old father made his hand into an L and brought it to his forehead declaring me a loser. And I poured more wine.