The Anatomy of a Winner

My house smells like pot. It smells like some 400 pound man ran a marathon and kept his sweat in a jar and dumped it in my living room. Its sooo gross. We bought new couches yesterday. I really like them, but while we were looking at them at this guys house we didn’t really notice how they smelled. We assumed they would smell a bit smoky, but Pot is so stinky. The upholstery Lady is coming today to clean them for us. I cant wait. I think I’m getting High just smelling the nastiness.
The Anatomy of a winner. How can you win a game and still feel crappy about it? See I am a perpetual loser. Well…when it comes to games anyways. The only game I win is Monopoly, but no one will play it with me. I Played Oilman with my some people last night and by some stroke of shear luck…I won! The only problem is that I totally beat everyone else really bad. I think I’m a good winner. I’m not always the gracious loser, but I think I’m a good winner. I even try to sabotage myself for others benefit. Isn’t that the important part. Boy is it ever silly to feel guilty about winning. But at least today I am a winner. I know I wouldn’t have been if Roxy had been home. She puts me back to loser status. Lucky Skunk! She has beat me at almost ever game since we were little. Probably since before she could count. Grr.