I was clobbered by the nut flush redraw. Oh well.
Variance and being card dead make for a horrible combination.
And that pretty much sums up my rainy Sunday. Moving on…
…to a rainy Monday.
I was supposed to go fishing today. That was the plan, rain or no, with my fishing buddy, Steve. Steve no call, we no go. Oh well.
I could go by myself. No thanks. If I’m going to fish in a cold rain, I want company just as miserable.
Now the day will consist of finding a way to work around the first person pronoun.
“Consider performance like two pieces of bread wanting.” –Alfonzo Rem