Hanging out in Vegas with the cutest of the cute and the biggest bundle of non-stop energy around has left me no time to do anything else…except run with Riot.

I have no poker games to report, no super wonderfuliciously great happenings, no titillating tidbits, just plain old hanging out with Riot. He raided my basket that holds my cheater glasses and sunglasses. I know for a fact that he can’t see anything but a blur within two feet of his nose with these on but he put them on intermittently for about an hour until they bit the dust as they were trampled under little running feet that never seemed to slow down.

As we watched Curious George, Shark Tales, and more, Riot raced hither and yon, leaping and falling, jumping and spinning, shooting unseen adversaries with anything that might resemble a weapon – or not – until he finally fell asleep in Grandma’s bed. Whew! But that meant I had to sleep with him and that really meant that I had to change my sleep patterns because if I didn’t sleep when he did, my normal sleep time would find me out like a rock while he was up and running at full steam. My world went topsy turvy in converting to Riot’s world but damned if I won’t do it every chance I get.

I figure he’s a shoe-in to win the WSOP, if nothing else he’s got the sunglasses down perfect.

And by the time he’s ready to play the game, imagine where the world will be with poker.