At 28, I learned poker for the first time. (I still think the past tense of learned should be learnt.) I didn’t win. Any hand. But I ate a lot of cookies, which is a different type of win.
I call this: Jonathan Works on Our Taxes And Hates When I Take His Photo. You’re right, the title needs work. The classic Jonathan face does not.
Not pictured: 16 miles all over my favorite stomping ground, French toast well earned, dinner and drinks and Quizzo with one of my favorite people. Some Sundays are worth their weight in gold.