Day 83
With the holiday details now out of the way, I have no further legitimate excuses to avoid the decorating. Mrs. Snowman is temporarily happy and seems to have a renewed purpose in life…finding new clothes for the impending vacation.
Once more, this is something I have trouble figuring out.
Not unreasonably, I consider two weeks sat around a pool (and occasionally a beach) requires a wardrobe that can fit into a small carrier bag while still leaving sufficient room for a laptop computer and a camera. The wife, on the other hand, seems incapable of making the same distinction.
Last time we went to this destination she took so much luggage with her that the southern part of the island started to sink into the Caribbean Sea.
Five large suitcases contained clothing for every conceivable eventuality although why anyone would want an overcoat in a country with an average temperature in the 80’s is completely beyond me.
One was full of nothing but shoes.
It might be a prudent move if she were to depart a couple of days ahead of me so that she can unpack everything. On our previous visit she spent the first day doing precisely that while I languished around the pool and discovered the medicinal properties of rum punch.
One thing that should be taken however, is several gallons of insect repellent.
Whenever Mrs. Snowman goes anywhere with a climate warmer than northern Siberia, every insect within a nine hundred mile radius hears the dinner bell and heads straight for her.
Most people manage to get nipped by the odd mosquito when on holiday but they bite the living shit out of the wife.
After the first day she can be seen wobbling towards the reception desk like something from “Dawn of the Dead” with her skin hanging in tatters.
Mind you, it’s useful when ordering drinks as every other guest will scatter from the bar area, not wanting to stand next to someone that looks like they’ve got an advanced case of bubonic plague.
When we got married, she was covered in so much antiseptic cream and a liberal sprinkling of medicated powder that I thought I might be signing the register with a life-sized doughnut. Rather than spending our honeymoon night in the bridal suite it was spent at a clinic in Bridgetown with a doctor examining her at arms length.
Not one of my better evenings.
The poker hasn’t been great today but will be tomorrow!
I can say this with complete certainty. As I reported a couple of days ago, another site has offered to bankroll me every week to ensure the blog continues. Following some positive responses from the readership I shall be taking up this offer so poker glory is just around the corner. I’ve already checked out a few web sites that offer information on becoming a tax-exile which I shall doubtless require in a couple of months.
Having said that, today’s freeroll didn’t go incredibly well. I managed to play for about an hour before making a stupid move and losing half my stack with a pair of Kings. It wasn’t long before the remainder disappeared into the ether after trying to bluff a flush draw.
I don’t know if it was yesterday’s threat to send the cat off for medical experimentation but I haven’t seen the thing all day. This can mean one of only two things, either it’s finally packed its bags and moved on to torment another family or it’s found a quiet spot somewhere to plan something truly unpleasant.
I suspect it will appear shortly and use a couple of its lives to make mine a complete misery. Don’t worry, I’m not paranoid.
The voices in my head told me so.
Starting bank: $0
Current bank: $0
Once more, this is something I have trouble figuring out.
Not unreasonably, I consider two weeks sat around a pool (and occasionally a beach) requires a wardrobe that can fit into a small carrier bag while still leaving sufficient room for a laptop computer and a camera. The wife, on the other hand, seems incapable of making the same distinction.
Last time we went to this destination she took so much luggage with her that the southern part of the island started to sink into the Caribbean Sea.
Five large suitcases contained clothing for every conceivable eventuality although why anyone would want an overcoat in a country with an average temperature in the 80’s is completely beyond me.
One was full of nothing but shoes.
It might be a prudent move if she were to depart a couple of days ahead of me so that she can unpack everything. On our previous visit she spent the first day doing precisely that while I languished around the pool and discovered the medicinal properties of rum punch.
One thing that should be taken however, is several gallons of insect repellent.
Whenever Mrs. Snowman goes anywhere with a climate warmer than northern Siberia, every insect within a nine hundred mile radius hears the dinner bell and heads straight for her.
Most people manage to get nipped by the odd mosquito when on holiday but they bite the living shit out of the wife.
After the first day she can be seen wobbling towards the reception desk like something from “Dawn of the Dead” with her skin hanging in tatters.
Mind you, it’s useful when ordering drinks as every other guest will scatter from the bar area, not wanting to stand next to someone that looks like they’ve got an advanced case of bubonic plague.
When we got married, she was covered in so much antiseptic cream and a liberal sprinkling of medicated powder that I thought I might be signing the register with a life-sized doughnut. Rather than spending our honeymoon night in the bridal suite it was spent at a clinic in Bridgetown with a doctor examining her at arms length.
Not one of my better evenings.
The poker hasn’t been great today but will be tomorrow!
I can say this with complete certainty. As I reported a couple of days ago, another site has offered to bankroll me every week to ensure the blog continues. Following some positive responses from the readership I shall be taking up this offer so poker glory is just around the corner. I’ve already checked out a few web sites that offer information on becoming a tax-exile which I shall doubtless require in a couple of months.
Having said that, today’s freeroll didn’t go incredibly well. I managed to play for about an hour before making a stupid move and losing half my stack with a pair of Kings. It wasn’t long before the remainder disappeared into the ether after trying to bluff a flush draw.
I don’t know if it was yesterday’s threat to send the cat off for medical experimentation but I haven’t seen the thing all day. This can mean one of only two things, either it’s finally packed its bags and moved on to torment another family or it’s found a quiet spot somewhere to plan something truly unpleasant.
I suspect it will appear shortly and use a couple of its lives to make mine a complete misery. Don’t worry, I’m not paranoid.
The voices in my head told me so.
Starting bank: $0
Current bank: $0