Slot Jockey

I married a real loose slot.
It has been a good weekend. Visiting with the family has been good, seeing my mom and aunts and the g-ps. Uncle Charlie Dresselhaus is getting up there in the years. I am glad that I'll have the old lady to look after me and be my companion when I'm feebled.
CK has been pumping quarters into the one armed bandit, I've been playing 21 and hold 'em. Together we are up 6 bills, which means $300 to Portland orphans for coats from CK, $300 to booze and loose women for me.
This morning we drove to a bakery in Genoa, the oldest town in Nevada. It is beautiful country here, in the parts they haven't turned into golf courses or trailer parks. The bakery had wicked pumpkin muffins and ham and cheese scones. We then drove to Lake Tahoe, where CK convinced me it wasn't a good idea to throw her in.
Now it's time to pack up and head home before the casino gets their cash back.