A tradition...

...of sorts is spending super-bowl evening playing pinochle with the Wagners. We kept to our old ways last evening and enjoyed a wonderful night of cards. One of the wives (who shall remain nameless, but not mine!) assured us that we men were in for a butt-whooping. However, the gentlemen won FOUR out of the six games, but graciously let the ladies win first and last. Scott and I did check in on the game periodically by asking Siri what the score was. I was delighted when Brady pulled off another win.