A Soft Shorebird

If things go as planned...in 8 days or so,
I'll be hunting (with camera) a bird, or armadillo.
But, for now I'm stuck in my cold, cold house,
Shooting an egret couch pillow.

Sad...so sad.

We're off to a euchre party, complete with a pot-luck supper. We used to have 6 couples that met once a month. We watched as each others kids grew up...sometimes playing pass-the-baby on card night. And, we also sadly watched as each others parents passed away. Seems like there is always the bad with the good.

After maybe 20 years, we finally ended up losing one couple who kind of drifted away, and then another couple moved. It wasn't the same after that, and the club dissolved. This will be the first time back together after several years.

A euchre plea:

Please let me see a lot of those Jacks,
as I'm sitting on my rump.
"Cause it's hard to win the 5 dollar pot...
IF YOU NEVER GET ANY TRUMP!!!