We have a new family addiction. Not that we needed another family addiction. We're already working on several others. But now, thanks to our friends Tim & Lisa, we are holding nightly domino tournaments around our game table. We've had a set of dominoes for about 10 years. They've made every move with us. Scottsdale. Florida. Scottsdale. Phoenix. Phoenix again. Our set of dominoes goes all the way up to 15 little dots. Enough to play endless games of chicken feet and Mexican train. I think we've played dominoes once maybe twice since we received them as a gift. But now... every night after homework is done, we get our game faces on and go for it. Oh yes. It's a good time. Competitive. Fiercely competitive. We've got attitudes going on. And we've got some gloating going on. End zone dances pale in comparison to our domino champion dances.
The competitors. This isn't fun. It's serious business.
This is my hand. Not so good actually. I never even had my own train started. I had to rely on the compassion of others starting new Mexican trains. Still, I managed to end up in 2nd place.
Here's the final layout of the game. It's so colorful and fun. And cutthroat.
