In the name of not having to worry about score tabulations next Wednesday during Christmas Eve Eve Eve Eve happy hour, I’m going to knock that out now. One thing before I do: although Claire and I both fat-girl-specialed out and made a logistically smart pick with Heather, that girl is one serious biotch. And I say that as someone who has a physical hatred for Beverly. Like twitching and Tourette-style cursing hatred and everything. But still.
Now on to the scores. As you can clearly see, I am nipping violently at the heels of Queen Dunny of the Ridiculous Luck and will shortly close in on her for the kill. Locked and loaded, roomie.