Around the horn

First base: I picked up the final piece of furniture for the baby’s nursery this weekend. I’m delaying assembly, because once I do that, the room is complete and all I have to do is sit, wait for a baby, and collect spare change to pay for diapers.

Second base: On the epicurial front, I ate at one of Greenville’s most expensive restaurants this weekend. So, not as to cause any cognative dissonance about paying for a baby and eating on the high dollar, I should point out the meal was a gift. I only had to cover drinks and tip, which incidentally cost the same as a decent meal at any normal restaurant. That and the fact that they served an appetizer soup in an espresso cup made me giggle all the way to the bar later that night. This morning I read that the hotel I stayed at in New York last year is offering a $1000 omelet made with lobster and caviar. I sure live high on the hog for not making a living wage.

Third base: Speaking of not making a living wage, work is in major flux. As we turn the hot corner here, allow me to offer this: I need a job. Got one?

Home plate: And since I’m not making any money in my chosen profession, let’s move to fantasy land, where the money is real but the prospects of doing it for a living are certainly not. While I avoid too much talk of poker here on RER, since it dominated my weekend, I’ll link you to this weekend’s fantastic garage game (complete with pictures), and the news that I won my second World Poker Blogger Tour event. The writing isn’t worth anything, but if you like poker, it’s worth taking a look.

If you need me, I’ll be spitting sunflower seeds in the dugout.