Daynal

I just realized that "jour" in French (yes, because my daughter is now learning the language) means "day". 

So I'm sitting in front of my computer again, writing on my daynal, and although I'm not quite sure what I'm going to write about I know I'll go somewhere because I just damn well feel like writing.  So I go.

Last night I had another poker game, but this time it was for the moms of my daughter's class.  As always, the game was fun, but the alcohol-infused conversations were more so.  I laughed whatever little ass I had off a few times, but especially when in a thick French accent one of the moms looked at our dealer/instructor and said "you know, Michael, I kill men".  Maybe you had to be there, but it was just too hilarious to not re-relate it.

On other news, I GOT A NEW COMPUTER.  I have finally found the perfect computer.  I love it, I'm attached to it, I want to marry it.  It is so small, the screen is almost 9" but it flips around to become a tablet.  You can write on it like a notepad, and the screen is also touch-activated, so I'm in heaven.  I literally wake up because I'm looking forward to using it.  Ahh...  spring is in the air...!  Better yet, my 1 degree of George Clooney put a photo of George and my friend on my desktop and surprised me with it.  What actually really surprised me is how awfully gross GC looks in it, but it was taken at 3 in the morning and well... I'm not perfectly beautiful all the time either, believe it or not.

Oh, and just as with every other night there is alcohol involved, I have a headache.

G