Just a whole lotta nothin' goin' on.  But considering the low volume, that atrocious-play day, and losing that 5K pot, I can't be displeased with the results.  Next week is going to be a 35+K hand week.


HUMOR

I hate lying to my kids.  So the whole concept of telling your kids that "Santa Claus" is watching if you're naughty or nice is just completely twisted.  When G was a few years old, Mrs. Fly and I had a disagreement as to whether we wanted to perpetuate the Santa/Easter Bunny/Tooth Fairy lies to our impressionable kids.  Basically, Mrs. Fly won...  because she (correctly) pointed out that if we didn't go along with it and G told everyone at school that there was NO Santa, we would have a horde of pissed off parents with pitchforks and torches knocking down our door.  Not really the kind of thing you want to be doing when you are trying to fit into and become upstanding members of the community.  And I have soft (yet unquestionably masculine) skin, so I don't do well at lynchings.  When in Rome...

Anyway, G's pretty smart, so we think he's already figured out Mrs. Fly is the tooth fairy - because he's said something like "mommy puts the money in my tooth box."  She tried to give the "the Tooth Fairy was busy so she asked me to do it..."  But c'mon!  Just because he's only 7... doesn't mean he's retarded!  Obviously, Mrs' Fly's not as stealthy as she thinks.  And I don't think he ever fully bought into the Easter Bunny - because let's face it...  you have to be pretty slow to think a gigantic bunny is going to be bringing you chocolate eggs.  But I think he might still believe in Santa...  it's really hard to tell.  I mean if someone told you you could write a letter to some dude and (some/most/all) of those items magically appear under the tree on Xmas day, wouldn't you go along with it?!?  Why would you want to blow the lid off of that gig?

I mean, if Mrs. Fly told me to wash a head of cabbage, put it on my night table and bow to it every day at 11 AM... and some/most/all of my boudoir fantasies would come true.  I would be out buying cabbage all the time.  Come to think of it... I guess there might be some truth to it.  Except in our house, instead of the whole cabbage thing, it's called "taking out the trash," "watching the kids," and "buying her clothes, shoes and jewelry."

Wow.  Such a weird coincidence.  Maybe there is such a thing as Santa Claus.