New Year's Eve - what's the deal?

I'm not sure what cards my husband was holding because I was his partner in this round and we are not big hairy cheaters -- or big hairy anythings, for that matter -- but it really doesn't bode well, does it?

True to form, I came in dead last in the tournament with the lowest number of points -- my name was laughingly called out as a byword and a warning as everyone commented on my level of play: Incredulously, as in"When she was my partner, we got zero points in that round. ZERO! I didn't even know it was possible to get zero points!" and in a tone of deep gloom, with "Yeah, well, she had the left bower guarded and played it at the wrong time and we totally got euchred. And I had a no-lose hand."

All I can say -- with the shreds of my dignity gathered around me -- is that other people may be able to play some whizzy cards, but not everyone can be counted on for sparkling table conversation, which happens to be my forte. Right, everybody?

Right?

Everybody?