You smell that?

I'm trying to enjoy the remainder of my weekend but with the Mets on the verge of being swept by the Astros and apparently no deal getting done for either Manny Ramirez or Alfonso Soriano, that's not going to be easy.
I hung out with Karen and Shane at her house last night after picking them up from the train station. Her family had another party for Matt's graduation, with mostly family members in attendance. Sure enough there were cards being played when I arrived and I had to wait for my chance to get in on the action.
Unfortunately for me, while I was observing how everyone was playing their cards, I realized that something wasn't quite right. Jen, Karen's cousin, mentioned that there was a funny smell emanating from where I was standing. As it turned out I was so into my plate of lasagna and the poker, I stepped in a nice little 'souvenir' left by her dog Molly! Needless to say that's not the way you want to start off kicking back at a friend's cookout.
After getting that smell off of my slipper I was able to enjoy the rest of the night. And as luck would have it I ended up winning the next game of poker. Granted by the time it got down to me, Christian and Matt, I was the only one who felt like playing. After a couple of hands it was clear that those guys were going to give me their chips. And I was more than willing to accept them since I really needed the gas money for the upcoming week.