We finally decided on what we're doing during the time G has off from the end of camp until school starts.  We were thinking about seeing the in-laws again or going to Niagara Falls.  But in the end we decided to visit a good friend of Mrs. Fly's in Tampa.  We hadn't seen them in about 3 years, and they had a second child, so Mrs. Fly really wants to go.  They live in a really nice house (more like a mansion) with a nice pool in a lanai, so the kids can swim all day, Mrs. Fly and her friend can chat while I sleep.  It's win-win-win.  I think after our last vacation to Disney where were walking around all day, sitting by the pool all day with drinks sounds really good.

So we had a little problem with the day camp, as one of the kids was bullying a few of the other kids.  A quick angry phone call to the camp director and the problem was solved.  But it actually got me to thinking about how the way I grew up is so different from the way my kids are growing up.  Since my parents weren't really around most of the time, if I had a problem, I had to take care of it.  As you go thru life, you're going to bumping into all manner of douchebags on a regular basis.  Learning how to deal with them is part of growing up.

Anyway, I'll have to learn to let go and let G take care of some of his own problems.  Just as soon as I take care of that little m*other-f*cker in G's camp.  Is trash bag and dumpster still the preferred method of disposing of bodies?  But I digress...

I just realized that my recent 1+ week breakeven stretch has coincided with the air conditioning going out in my office.  Sure, I could be reaching, but the facts are: (i) I'm a fat slob, (ii) I have a sweating problem, and (iii) I'm surrounded by 2 CPUs, 3 monitors (one 30" and two 24"), a 30" tv and a mini-fridge - all within 5 feet of me, all of which generate a lot heat.  Apparently it'll take another few days to get the parts in, so I'm dying in the meantime.  Of course I conveniently neglected the most obvious explanation for my breakeven - the fact that I suck at poker.