I'm baaack!  But it's late, so normal posts start tomorrow.

It's really nice to be home. Vacations are overrated when you play poker for a living. It's not like I need to get away from anything - I'm home all day. I sleep as long as I want, go wherever I want and do whatever I want. Going on vacation is just work - sleeping in a new bed, walking around all day trying to catch the sights, eating crappy food, spending a ton of money you don't have to, etc. What's the point?

As previously mentioned, G seemed to have a pretty good time, even tho we didn't do anything. I guess he just wanted some attention and to feel special. Personally, I think he liked the idea of telling his buddies he went to Disney World for spring break. Even tho he's only 6, he's a bit of a poser. I figure we have a few years to get that out of him becomes he becomes a menace to society later on.

Mrs. Fly reminded me that when we get home I have to lose some weight. I am reminded of this on the plane as I'm trying to type on my 15" laptop and I can barely see the screen because I don't have enough space between the seat in front of me and my enormous gut on the tray table. I guess this is the 21st century version of "you know you're fat when you can't see your toes."

While we were waiting at the airport, G wanted some McNuggets.  I got on line and I found the Holy Grail of fast food... the McRib sandwich. I have no idea why they don't have the McRib in the Northeast - I think it's easily the best sandwich at McDonald's. I wasn't really hungry, but I got two - one for the airport and one for "dinner" on the plane ride. Diet you say?!? Well, that's why I ONLY got TWO!!! Get off my back, Mrs. Fly!

I didn't get to watch many videos in Florida, so my reviews of DeucesCracked will probably be delayed another few weeks. Oh well. I can't wait to get back into the grind. I feel like a long pent-up boomswitch awaits me. As sick as this is, I really want to play as soon as I get home, even tho I will have been up 12 hours and walking / flying / driving all day. That sounds like a recipe for spewage.  But Mrs. Fly told me not to play, after I drove 30 miles with no headlights on.  When you're tired, you're tired.

I did three wire transfers the past three weeks and they all got returned to Full Tilt. Apparently, my bank, which rhymes with "piece of crap-face," started not accepting bank wires any more. After all the business I gave them. Nice. Now I don't feel so bad about losing a bunch of their money my last month.