Last week I wrote about my inability to dress myself in attractive clothing, and this week I have another, possibly even more embarrassing confession.
I am, just now, learning how to properly shuffle a deck of cards. You know, the thing where you kind of stack and then make the bridge with the cards? Am I making any sense? Well,, if you know what I'm talking about, yeah. I can't do it. Aaron's been trying to teach me for a few weeks now because we're hanging out with some friends of his (that he hasn't seen since high school) this coming weekend, and we're probably going to play euchre (if you don't know how to play, find someone who does to teach you because it's a LOT of fun), and I don't want to embarrass myself in front of strangers.
I don't know why I haven't been able to do it before now. I blame having small hands on making it difficult for me. You know what makes me feel sort of better, though? My 20-year-old sister is also lacking this skill. Maybe it's genetic. Except our mom can do it. Maybe we're just both slightly ridiculous and slow.
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I only learned in college when my roommate and I spent hours and hours playing gin and spades. I think you have to be a big card player to learn. I love to be able to shuffle them now!
Tim isn't very good at that, either. I am a pro at it, since I grew up in a family that plays a lot of card games. So I've been shuffling cards for as long as I can remember.
What I can't do, though? Is whistle. Isn't that ridiculous? Who doesn't know how to whistle? (Me, that's who.)
At least you know how to play card games. I have no clue. Not even go fish. sad, really.
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