OMG!  The month is almost over and I've only played 95K hands.  I don't feel like I was *super* lazy this month, but the numbers don't lie.  Time to get to work.  The last few days were somewhat frustrating, as I've had to climb out of large holes at the beginning of sessions.  Lately, I've been saying the following a lot to my monitor, "OMG!  How can you be a Rush reg and be *that* bad?!?"  Never a good sign when you are having conversations where the other person can't hear you.

WHAT'S FOR DINNER?

I know I said I only have steak like "once" a month in a previous comment, but the other day, Mrs. Fly went to the supermarket to get a roasting chicken, and she came face-to-face with a "Porterhouse $3.99/lb" sign.  Even tho she thinks I'm a fat f*ck and need to lose "some" weight, she still did the right thing and bought a couple of steaks.  <3 Mrs. Fly.

The steak was so big, she had to serve it on a small serving platter (not a regular dinner plate).  I feel like that Flintstones intro where the ribs were so big it tilted the car.  She made her roasted garlic potatoes and a salad.  I usually am not a big fan of salads, and I'm less of a fan of stinky cheese, but after a few bites, this gorgonzola ranch salad dressing (home made) kind of grew on me. She also put some of her spicy salsa on it.  Sounds gross, I know.  But a few decades ago, eating raw fish on a piece of vinegar rice was considered gross.  That little jalepeno on the side is hers but she thought it looked pretty.  I'm not a big fan of spice, as it rarely enhances any food ingredient.  But Mrs. Fly likes everything hot.  <3 Mrs. Fly.

We're big believers in having our kids eat what we eat.  I'm not saying my kids don't get their fair share of chicken nuggets and hot dogs, but we think it's important to expand a child's palate.  On steak nights, here's what the kids are eating.  Same meal, but bite-sized.  Well, the dressing is just bottled ranch - no need to traumatize the kids with gorgonzola at an early age.  Because let's face it, some cheeses actually taste like what they are - rotted milk.  Now that I think about it, the kids <3 Mrs. Fly too.

In case you are wondering, I'm not in Mrs. Fly's doghouse.  Just trying to butter her up for that first blog post this Friday.  It's almost done, right honey?  Right?!?