I don't think that Leo's back or Phil's knees will allow them to bend down to play the game. They would have to sling-shot their marbles. On the other hand...we may be in trouble of Ricky and Nora decided to join the game.
REAL trouble if LaMont, Sandler, McCauley, or the Barthalow boys show up.
OK, I am looking for my marbles. They are packed away somewhere, because I haven't used them for a looooong time. But I should be finding them pretty soon. I realized that, since I won most of them, and the others were purchased second-hand for me by my grandparents, that I might have some really old marbles in there...hand made ones.
When I find them, I'll post some pictures. In the mean time, y'all better put up. I mean, I wanna see some pics of what I'm fightin' fer.
ec90t, maybe we should have an early morning game just to limber up for the days activities. Thats provided I have any left at that point... Maybe that will be my first attempt as using the phrase "whats yours is mine" right honey
What's yours is hers. What's hers is hers. What you think is "ours" is hers.
The best you can hope for is to insist that she load all the shells and do all the cookin and cleanin and meet you at the door after a hard days work with a cold beverage, and hope you're man enough to make it stick.
Unless, of course, she's working and you're not...in which case you'd better load all the shells, do all the cookin and cleanin and meet HER at the door after a hard days work with a cold beverage and hope she never wises up.
jeff p, I've had a couple other long time happily married men tell me the same thing. So your telling me that those old statements about fairness in a marriage are alittle lopsided when assets are involved?
I wouldn't mind loading the shells, cooking, cleaning and meeting Devi at the door with a cold one. But ain't going to be no damn good at the bare foot and pregnant in the kitchen routine!!