know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, and know when to run

I think I’m “in like” with someone.

And it’s not the boyfriend.

And it’s not at all practical.

This would be??? Run away? I don’t want to

"Yo, bartender. Jobu needs a refill."

Clothes that are not MINE or my offspring are no longer being washed.

Fuck me for assuming items in the hamper want to be washed.

I was washing clothes and threw in a pair of my house boy’s jeans FROM THE HAMPER might I add.

I washed House Boy’s MP3 player.

And got yelled at.

Lesson learned, I know when to fold ‘em now.

My nephew, ain’t he the cutest little thing? :)

You FOLD ‘em.

I folded. I should have done it months ago, but the point is that I knew it was overdue and I did it. ;) Now it’s just a matter of getting the timing down.

Meet my new ring tone :) LOL

I suck at this.

It’s the knowing part, totally capable of holding, folding, running and walking.

Awesome song. And great advice to live by. I had never thought of it in other terms besides gambling but i am now. For sure.

I don’t know what part of my life makes me feel like I am qualified to make ANY of these decisions…

But I ain’t doing too bad.

Know when to hold ‘em: If ‘em are kids, they always get held.

Know when to fold ‘em: When laundry mountain gets over knee high, it’s time to fold ‘em.

Know when to walk away: Walk away when respect is gone.

Know when to run: Runnin to the fridge to get another beer.

I GOT THIS

I was going to use run or hide as the options to handle life.

I’m done running, I won’t hide.

and there’s some laundry that needs folding…