And, in conclusion:

Men are insane.

Mr. Actuary called me twice today (at around 5 pm and then at about 11 pm) to try to get me to come out to play. Fortunately, I'd decided to cross the river to Virginia, where I could play cards for free AND eat fabulous chiles poblanos (molé sauce, FTW!).

Okay, maybe he's not insane, he just thinks of me as "poker buddy par excellence." Or something.

Nah. I detect the agenbite of inwit.

Too bad for you, Mr. Actuary! You have unimpressed me.