That title just about sums up my Easter weekend. While I would imagine that wasn’t why the powers-that-be celebrated the holiday originally, I’m certainly not complaining. Of course, playing Texas Hold’Em with family can be tough, since they usually know all of your tells, but it’s always a good time.

Equally enjoyable, I must have eaten a dozen Butterfinger filled chocolate mini-eggs. I swear those things should be illegal, like crack cocaine in a purple foil wrapper. Now if only I had a higher metabolism, then I could have polished off the bag. But then, that much sugar probably would not have boded well for my poker face. Peace.