We get to play THE GAME:
during dinner, out comes the Driver's Licenses with a prize for the best hatchet murderer picture on it.
after dinner, we tell the neices, nephews. etc, how rough we had it!!!!!(uphill boith ways, carrying a cello!)
My family has a really black(Irish) sense of humor, as you have figured out by now.
(Gee, Mrs Lincoln, Other than that, how did you enjoy the play!)
edited because I spelled 'hetchet murderer' wrong.