Day 110
You wouldn’t believe the amount of mail I received after yesterday’s post about women’s undergarments. I had no idea it was such a contentious issue.
What I found surprising though, was the spectrum of responses.
Strangely though, none came from older female readers complaining about my description of what some of them wear in the darkest recesses that lurk beneath their dresses, which came as something of a surprise.
One letter was from a man who said he insisted on his wife wearing them as he found them sexy (!) whilst another one came from a very nice young lady who said she preferred them to the little lacy numbers. The weirdest e-mail, however, was from someone who asked if I could procure a pair of the said knickers and send them to him in a re-sealable jiffy bag.
I sent him the telephone number of a clinical psychiatrist instead.
There are some peculiar people out there.
Come to think of it there are a couple of fairly strange ones in the Snowman household too.
I refer, of course to the current Mrs. Snowman and her mother.
There’s not a day that passes where I’m not left scratching my head over something they’ve said or done. I shall give you just two examples from today by way of example.
The first occurred just after I woke up and was still lying in bed.
Mother-in-law barged into the bedroom, looked me straight in the eye and announced,
“Pork chops and carrots”.
Er…ok.
Thinking maybe my genitals were once again being thrust on an unsuspecting World, I peered down but was relieved to see they were still fully covered by a quilt.
This left me in something of a quandary as to the statement and I would have questioned it further but she’d already disappeared downstairs. Under normal circumstances a simple “Good morning” would have seemed adequate so I got dressed and followed her to find out what was going on.
It transpired the wife had simply asked her mother to remind me to get something for dinner.
The second instance happened soon after the current Mrs. Snowman returned from work and was relaxing in front of the television.
She was watching a news item on the ceremonial relay of the Olympic torch from London to Beijing. As the flame was taken by a series of athletes and celebrities across the capital, the wife pointed to the television, turned to me and declared:
“That reminds me, I need to get some more hairspray”
For the briefest of moments I considered asking her how on Earth the Olympic torch had jogged her memory for such an unrelated item but sensibly decided against it on the grounds of mental stability.
Mrs. Snowman’s head is not a place that’s prudent for me to spend any time.
Of the three tournaments I played on the poker tables today, I didn’t spend a significant amount of time in two of them.
$4.40 soon evaporated after I made s stupid decision to bluff at a large pot with a suited A-K on the board. With hindsight, it probably wasn’t smart to re-raise when I was holding 10-4 off.
The story was much the same in the second event of the day when $5.50 was lost after I found myself pot committed with trip 5’s only to see my all-in caller hit a flush on the river with 9-3 suited
The third $2.20 qualifying game was an altogether different matter.
I trebled up after the first hand, checked my status in the statistics window and discovered I wasn’t even in the top thirty! However, after an hour of tight play I was in the top ten and remained there until it finished. On the final hand I went all-in on 7-4 off suit knowing that I’d already qualified. Amazingly I hit two pair and ended the game as the chip leader.
So, I have an entrance ticket into Sunday’s “Hundred Grand” tournament. There are usually around 20,000 entrants for this event with a top prize of around $18,000. My only problem now is how I’m going to spend all that money after I slaughter the opposition.
For the first time in weeks I ended the day with a spring in my step and a smile in my heart but Mrs. Snowman brought me swiftly back to Earth with a final comment before retiring to bed.
“Careful when you use the bathroom, I’ve got my dirty knickers soaking in the sink”
Lovely.
Starting bank: $0
Current bank: $35.94
What I found surprising though, was the spectrum of responses.
Strangely though, none came from older female readers complaining about my description of what some of them wear in the darkest recesses that lurk beneath their dresses, which came as something of a surprise.
One letter was from a man who said he insisted on his wife wearing them as he found them sexy (!) whilst another one came from a very nice young lady who said she preferred them to the little lacy numbers. The weirdest e-mail, however, was from someone who asked if I could procure a pair of the said knickers and send them to him in a re-sealable jiffy bag.
I sent him the telephone number of a clinical psychiatrist instead.
There are some peculiar people out there.
Come to think of it there are a couple of fairly strange ones in the Snowman household too.
I refer, of course to the current Mrs. Snowman and her mother.
There’s not a day that passes where I’m not left scratching my head over something they’ve said or done. I shall give you just two examples from today by way of example.
The first occurred just after I woke up and was still lying in bed.
Mother-in-law barged into the bedroom, looked me straight in the eye and announced,
“Pork chops and carrots”.
Er…ok.
Thinking maybe my genitals were once again being thrust on an unsuspecting World, I peered down but was relieved to see they were still fully covered by a quilt.
This left me in something of a quandary as to the statement and I would have questioned it further but she’d already disappeared downstairs. Under normal circumstances a simple “Good morning” would have seemed adequate so I got dressed and followed her to find out what was going on.
It transpired the wife had simply asked her mother to remind me to get something for dinner.
The second instance happened soon after the current Mrs. Snowman returned from work and was relaxing in front of the television.
She was watching a news item on the ceremonial relay of the Olympic torch from London to Beijing. As the flame was taken by a series of athletes and celebrities across the capital, the wife pointed to the television, turned to me and declared:
“That reminds me, I need to get some more hairspray”
For the briefest of moments I considered asking her how on Earth the Olympic torch had jogged her memory for such an unrelated item but sensibly decided against it on the grounds of mental stability.
Mrs. Snowman’s head is not a place that’s prudent for me to spend any time.
Of the three tournaments I played on the poker tables today, I didn’t spend a significant amount of time in two of them.
$4.40 soon evaporated after I made s stupid decision to bluff at a large pot with a suited A-K on the board. With hindsight, it probably wasn’t smart to re-raise when I was holding 10-4 off.
The story was much the same in the second event of the day when $5.50 was lost after I found myself pot committed with trip 5’s only to see my all-in caller hit a flush on the river with 9-3 suited
The third $2.20 qualifying game was an altogether different matter.
I trebled up after the first hand, checked my status in the statistics window and discovered I wasn’t even in the top thirty! However, after an hour of tight play I was in the top ten and remained there until it finished. On the final hand I went all-in on 7-4 off suit knowing that I’d already qualified. Amazingly I hit two pair and ended the game as the chip leader.
So, I have an entrance ticket into Sunday’s “Hundred Grand” tournament. There are usually around 20,000 entrants for this event with a top prize of around $18,000. My only problem now is how I’m going to spend all that money after I slaughter the opposition.
For the first time in weeks I ended the day with a spring in my step and a smile in my heart but Mrs. Snowman brought me swiftly back to Earth with a final comment before retiring to bed.
“Careful when you use the bathroom, I’ve got my dirty knickers soaking in the sink”
Lovely.
Starting bank: $0
Current bank: $35.94