Uno. Dos. Tres. Etc.

You know, I used to be really good at the game Uno. Really good. As in, I won a lot. But right around the time my wife was pregnant with Trinity, those skills began to wane. I'm convinced that the child has somehow stolen my crazy Uno-winning mojo and gave them right to her mother. Trin is 4 years old now, and I haven't won a game in quite some time. Rae and I tend to play these long, drawn-out games to 1000 points, and they usually span about 6 months to a year before we finish a game. This latest round is very sad in the Jorjiverse. As it stands now, she has approximately 630 points. I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but I'm at a whopping 88 points. I'm not going to win this round, but I'm going to keep playing because I just love to play. I'm not a sore loser. I'm just a loser. Trinity, when you are old enough to read this, I will probably be at the point where I'm not scoring at all, and Mommy's simply tossing all her cards at the pile before I can even put down my first (after having to draw four a few thousand times, of course.) I want my skills back, Trin. I need to be an Uno ninja again. Daddy loves you. Punk.

Peace OutSide!