I Like Donkeys!

Hey-ho! Guess who??

It's been a couple months, guys. Slow. I mean, not fast.

Look at me. Here I am, pictured at right, with a donkey. I am wearing a giant men's fleece I bought in New Zealand, and I look insane.

I wonder why.

For those of you that don't live where they measure temperatures in Celsius, I'll tell you something interesting... the numbers don't change much in winter time. It's either 5 or 6 or 7. FOR SIX MONTHS. I don't even know what that temperature means, except it is too cold to play golf or tennis, and I freeze my tits off when I ride my bike. Except if I wear that big big fleece.

Hmmm.

On the poker front, things have evened out in the P-S-H household, in my opinion. It's an odd thing. My hubby still gets defensive if I ask questions about the time he is spending playing, but he shouldn't. I am asking less and less, and now more about scheduling our day, or the logistics of The Challenge. I don't think he senses how much I have chilled about it. His early morning weekend playing is helping... and my night class gives him time to stop into the Gutshot. We are chipping away at the winter.

Truthfully, though, he seems less obsessed about it than he once did. I'm not sure if I've mellowed because he has, or if he is just less interested. Either way, I feel like we are both working to fit each other's feelings into the equation. That seems to do the trick.

Well, happy March, thank god. Beware the Ides and all that. Pray for Double digits so we can get out on the links!