Home Again

(My dog Max checking out our board games. There is barely enough space in our '95 Escort to comfortably hold them both.)



So, game night:

A couple games of For Sale in which I was soundly beaten by the Mrs.

Several rousing games of Wits & Wagers, a game at which we discover my uncle Ned is rather proficient.

A partial game of Fury of Dracula.

In the end, people bail early and game night is a bust.

Lame.