Yesterday evening we took advantage of not knowing what to watch as a movie, to instead play a boardgame. People don't play boardgames enough and they definitely don't play 'Memory' enough.


Me and my little bro were sporting some pretty ridiculous and therefore hilarious, fake eye glasses.

Note: that thing that looks like a cigar is a sesame bread stick.

In the end no one could master the 'Memory' game, other than my brilliant mother. Who thinks she forgets things too easily. Peshaaa! I say to that!


Our finishing piles, organized by age, from my mother on the left to my little brother on the right. I came in second, as I frequently do in this game.
Feanor, out little saint Bernard, was unimpressed.

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