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The Dice Were Hot Last Night!

I rolled a Yahtzee not even five minutes into the game. Haven't done that in years.

Have a peaceful weekend.

Comments

dive said…
When you're hot, you're hot!

I haven't played Yahtzee since I was a kid. Now I'm going to have to go and buy some.
Doh!
8:25 AM
Sassy Sundry said…
Yahtzee! I love that game. I organized a match last winter that was just grand. We called missed Yahtzees "Shitzees" (Kieran pointed out that they should be called "Crapzees," in honor of the dice).

As we say here in New England, it sounds like you had wicked great time.
10:08 AM
Anonymous said…
Oh how fun! I'll have to find my Yahtzee game tonight! My teenagers will probably groan, but we have to keep Yahtzee alive and passed down through the generations!
1:27 PM
Anonymous said…
YOU GO GURL!!1
3:59 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Dive commented exactly what i was going to say. Ok you buy it Dive and when we're at that pub, we'll give it a go.
4:04 PM
Old Knudsen said…
I rolled a homeless fella the other night, I don't think he was chinese though.
4:47 PM
Anonymous said…
the anonymous comment, if you did not know, was from kyle.
9:52 PM
Scout said…
Dive: buy it.

Sassy: Crapzees is what I usually play.

Kim: my teenagers actually like it, I think.

Rich: And peace be to you.

Anonymous: thanks. I'm sorry I told you you were going to hell.

Lynn: play Yahtzee with Dive so he doesn't have to play alone. And I swear, if Ame shows up and makes something untoward out of that comment...

Old Knudson: I don't get it.

#1: I didn't know. But thanks for telling me. Knowing that allowed me to make her reply personal.
10:00 PM
Ame said…
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBYN! HEY GF! Bout TIME I came over and stirred things up! ;)

I LOOOOOOOOOOVE LOVE LOVE LOOOOOOOVE Yahtz-face...that's what my fave (of the 8 that I've had) brother-in-law and I used to call it! LOL! We'd play (not alone, that's incest isn't it? DIVE, you go right ahead...unless LYNN'S joining you and if so, we want PICTURES!)...anywaye we'd play for HOURS...

I even have a Texas Hold-Em version now, anyone seen that one?!

Go ahead Knuddie, knock yourself out with THAT one!
=)))
11:31 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Robyn you were right, Ame showed up and yes, she put the 'I' word on your blog!
If Dive and i ever play Yahtzee i'm sure pictures will be taken and posted. lol. Maybe it won't happen because i have a mobile phone AND boobs of a womanly proportion. There may be a sign at the door prohibiting my entry.
6:23 AM
Scout said…
Lynn, she certainly did, didn't she. Ame, don't soil the place with spicey talk. I would love to get a Texas Hold Em version, but I barely even know how to play the card game. I should probably learn that before I try to play it with dice.

And Lynn, I have a cell phone too, and am none too skinny, so we would both be shut out at athe door, I'm afraid. His loss, isn't it, the snob.
8:17 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Well said, Robyn! We'll keep our lovely lady lumps firmly hidden from him shall we?
11:02 AM
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