[Mrs. Fly's first post on pros and cons of being married to a poker player, continued from yesterday]

Pro - Doublefly's job description. We socialize often and meet new people frequently. And we actually live in an affluent area. I bring this up only because there are some uppitty peeps who hang out in our neck o the woods. Anyway, inevitably someone (possibly uppitty) will ask Doublefly what he does for a living. Pause. Doublefly swirls his wine. Takes a sip. Then he answers, 'I'm a poker player.' So fkn hilarious to see the reactions! I have no idea what they're REALLY thinking but I can tell that they are genuinely interested. Even fascinated. Especially the men. In fact, the conversation can be poker, poker and more poker until (continue reading immediately below).

Con - Doublefly's job description. ... a wife, steers the talk to something else. It's true. At a certain point, the wives' eyes begin to glaze over. A yawn might pop up. There is so much poker lingo one can take. Flop this. River that. This brings me to the transparency of some people out there (definitely uppitty) who show a look of utter amazement that could possibly translate to, "Are you kidding me? Poker player?? Isn't that a trailer trash job for chrissakes???"
This is what Joan Rivers said about  Annie Duke when they were both vying to win the title of Donald Trump's "The Apprentice." Rivers couldn't stand Duke and she bitterly lamented, "A poker player?? Are you kidding me? That's so trailer trash!" Well, Joan Rivers, you will never be invited to chez Doublefly for possum stew, frank and beans, kool aid, and twinkies! I find it very ironic that SHE, of the million plastic surgeries, has the BEST poker face. Not because she WANTS to have a poker face, but because she can't MOVE any of her facial muscles. I can make fun of poker players. Especially my Doublefly. But anyone else who calls a poker player by any other name and they will face the wrath of Mrs. Doublefly. Bring. It. On.

Pros - Money. Doublefly loves what he does and I love that he loves what he does. And it's great that he can work as little as 30 hours a week without any commute whatsoever, in his undershirt and boxers (ewww... refer back to Con - Doublefly is home 24/7) and still make some serious dough. He's not making the big bonuses that he made when he was a chichi trader but still, what he's making isn't chump change either. I'm actually very proud of Doublefly that he was able to use one of his nine lives to support the family when Wall Street fell. I guess it's good to be Mrs. Doublefly! Hopefully this comment won't get him all "creepy" (refer back to Con - Doublefly is home 24/7).

Cons - Money. Call me a woman but I actually like a little predictability when it comes to a paycheck...

Ok. That's it for now. I'll post a recipe for you guys next time.

It was nice chatting with you,

 XO

Mrs. Doublefly

P.S. This is the actor Eric Bana. Who is a hunkomite. That's HUNK O MITE. Why is he here you ask?  No, it's only a coincidence that he was in a poker movie called, "Lucky You." He's here because if Doublefly can post pictures of Jessica Alba (that floozy-who-can't-act-for-sh-t), then so be it! I too shall have my fun. And yes, unlike you know who, Bana can act. Check out Black Hawk Down and Munich. Sighhh... I'm getting EOF (Eyes Of Fornication) just thinking about hunkomite...