[alaskayorkie]

I win just to imagine the look on Brian's face when he realizes that, once again, I have bested him. Initially, I imagined that look to be a friendly smirk -- like, en garde! As my wins piled up, I imagined the look to be more of a wry grin -- as in, ah, "this sob is starting to get to me, but I'll show him who is boss." Lately, though, I know the look is one of shear disappointment, crushing defeat, really. That vision is what allows me to sleep so comfortably at night.