Only getting bettah

Well, other than the fact that it looks like doctors replaced my balls with two blueberries, things are much better today. And I'm home today, by myself, for only the second time since the twins were born, to rest up. That's a nice reward for this, other than eventual sex without having to worry about having twins again.

I know all you females who had a C-section are just saying "waaaaaahhhh, deal with it," and you're right, this wasn't nearly as bad as that, but there is a unique, sickly pain with getting kicked in the junk that's hard to describe. Something like eating bad, Spicy Chinese and washing it down with five shots of Everclear, and then having to change three toddler diapers.

I played the Riverchasers for the first time last night and had a blast. I also caught some good cards and stole just enough and sucked out royally once to finish 13/104 for an incredible $2 profit. Who said tournaments aren't profitable? I ran Presto into Lucko's 7s, who managed to flop a full house just to add insult to the injury.

It looks pretty bleak for my Rockies now. They had their chances last night, but the Series isn't over. If the Rockies win Saturday we've got a shot at it, although stealing one from Beckett might be a pretty tall order, like me actually winning a blogger tournament again.

I'm hanging in there again, so you should too.

The Day After

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P.S. Go Rockies. That could also be referring to game 1 but I think we'll come back strong tonight. We'd better.

Today's the day of the rest of your life

Um, yeah, or tommorow's the day (if you're reading this Wednesday, then today is the day) I get snipped.
Fixed.
Neutered.

I'm not really nervous about it. Honest. The Mookie tonight will cheer me up. And I get part of the day off work, so that's always a bonus.


Um...

OK.


Update tommorow. If I can put the laptop on my lap without crying.