More poker, hold the cotton.

L had such a good time in Tunica, she decided we need to go to Biloxi this weekend. I already had plans to go with my dad on our annual trip to SERFI which will put me half way there anyway. Like a responsible adult, I protested the opportunity to go play more poker and look at airplanes as well. But she is making me do it. Sadly, I have no choice but to cave to her demands. Every once in a while, you must compromise to maintain a happy marriage. Maybe she secretly hates me and is trying to fatten me up with free buffets. Next time I'm putting my foot down. Nookie be damned!