The four of us played The Game of Life today. I sucked. I retired with less than a million bucks. I’m not very good at Life. Is that a metaphor for reality?

I did better playing Monopoly against my step son earlier. My step daughter beat my sorry ass at Egyptian War (a card game I’d never heard of) but I redeemed myself taking three out of four games of Rack-O against my step son. All of that was before they smoked me at Life though.