<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/7297/tzuhccaneoolbdb6g.jpg) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Steffy – CC</span></strong></div></div>The devil you say!  Somehow a ‘friendly’ (football term I think) of darts is catching me in a web of possible waitressing.  This could be a danger to my not-well-earned reputation.  In the past when others might comment on my waitressing skill, I’d remain humbly silent.  The uptick in reputation had more to do with the fact that Jacqueline and Mechelle were not ones to offer honest assessments.<br/><br/>I will say I talked a good game and I was vital to the breakroom, but . . . the fact of the matter is losing at darts could mean a ding.  Of course, I am rusty on skills so I do have a fallback defense.<br/><br/>We’re about to visit Jaclyn.  Helping Courtney with the lift off my lap, I suggest, “I may need you to sub for me on the waitressing.  I mean my calendar being what it is.”<br/><br/>I walk over to Jaclyn and give her a hug.<br/><br/>Life goes on.  It doesn’t go on without memories.  But “you may be witnessing me being impressed back into a waitress gig.  Better drink up before I’m serving.”<br/><br/>I turn to Mechelle, “But that’s only if I lose and with my plan of guilting Courtney to try and win, I don’t think I’ll lose.”  (This is known as leading with your chin in boxing, something I don’t know about as well).<br/>