You Can Smell It In The Air!

COMPETITION. It's thick tonight at Casa de Gault. We found and dusted off our electronic dart board and set that sucker up on my art easel in the living room.
(we're first class all the way)

Jason, Olivia and I used to spend countless hours slaying each other in very competitive rounds of darts before Ava was born. Now, 5 years later, the dragon has reared it's ugly head. We've been playing easily for an hour or more, and the only guy in the house has lost more games to the girls than he would care to admit. You realize how HUGE this is if (1) you know how he loathes to lose at anything, and (2) see number one.

See, my husband really strives for perfection in all he does. This is why our teasing towards him is so sweet. If things don't pick up in the living room soon, he will be up half the night perfecting his game.

On to the girls. Olivia seems to have a knack for the game. She did smoke her dad a few times already. Ava likes all games, so of course she's right up in the mix. Marilyn...oh, boy. She does good to hit the board at all. Lots of nerves and squinted eyes when she's up.

I am the reigning champion so far tonight. It's really just luck, but I'm relishing my title nonetheless. I took a break to fire up some chicken wings for dinner and to give someone else a fighting chance. ; ) After dinner, as The Daddy says, "It's On." Whatev.

Dana, Queen of Darts