Ignorantly happy on the trip down — not so much on the way back. Good thing Jeri hit right before we walked out of the casino. She has a way of pulling us out when it’s been a bad night.
I remember when my son was young and I was poor as dirt, Jeri and I would occasionally hit the casino… me with $20 or $40 bucks and low on luck. That’s back when the slots actually spit out coins. I’d lose my stash and go on the hunt for her. Every single time she would’ve already hit enough to give me a bucket of dollars to play on. When those were gone, she always had another bucket to share. I’m still trying to figure out how the heck she did that.