This year the teens (my friend’s daughter and her cousin) were enticed to play hearts with us.
There is something about teen girls: I swear they communicate telepathically. I went down in flames with getting the wrong cards passed to me, dealt to me, played before my turn, etc. It was a plot! An evil plot I swear!
Then they would distract the other players by singing Monty Python songs in harmony.
Too cute. I lost in cuteness and sarcastic comments.
I am sad.
I ended the night with a bazillion points. Nevertheless, I did manage to run a hand, and give everyone 26 points. Neener, neener.