P.P.S.: Never sit up until three-thirty in the morning playing Risk with my husband and his foster brother. Just... don't. Not even if they beg. The latest you should stay up is midnight. No matter how many times they say, "No, really! You can still win!" You'll wake up and find yourself talking like a LOLcat. ("Grammer. I has it.")
Okay. Two-thirty in the morning is also too late to sit up playing Risk with my husband and his foster brother.
However, the ladies kicked butt. Yay feminine teamwork (and husbands who make silly mistakes)!
Of course, my brother-in-law grumbled that next time he'll be watching for that... and we'll be playing Fortress America instead.
(What the heck is Fortress America? Hmm....)