I took the night off from playing last night.  I had been playing a ton of hands since I came back and was feeling a little burnt out.  So I just spent some time with the family.  This month was just exhausting - the Disney trip (which is a butt-load of work for a vacation), tons of grinding, the break-even month which is mentally exhausting, and busy with friends every weekend.

G had accidentally left his blanket at Animal Kingdom, and we were lucky enough to get it back to us yesterday.  I guess when you run a family resort, the housekeeping staff know not to throw away anything left in the room.  Now that this has a happy ending...  when we had gotten home and he realized he left his blanket at Disney, he just burst out crying.  Now no decent parent *enjoys* watching his kid cry, but for some reason, inside, I just burst out laughing.  I needed all of my restraint to still look concerned on the outside as I'm just dying inside.  The look of concern on his face, that suddenly turned to a full screaming cry was just too much.  Don't get me wrong - he's my oldest and I love him dearly.  Being a relatively unemotional guy, I just find some displays extreme emotion pretty funny.  Call me cold-hearted bastard.

Anyway, I thought we were going to have a "welcome home" party for his blanket, but I'm not sure what happened to that...  I should go ask the boss.

I'm finally watching the final round of the Masters that I had taped but completely forgot about.  Not sure if it's because I hadn't watched golf in a while, but that was one of the more exciting final rounds I've ever seen - there were moments where it looked like any one of 4 or 5 players could have won it.  Ending a little anti-climactic tho.  GG Phil.