Hec, never say I don't deliver.
I would never say that.
I just take my sweet time about it.
And how! Juliana pictures. It's like a balm for the eyes, and an electric jolt to the libido for both genders.
Go Connie with the short red curls.
Hey guess what we did all day? Tournament Fucking Baseball. And we have another one in Fremont next weekend. That's three weekends in a row.
::glares at Amych and Maria for talking me into this::
::deglares because it wasn't all that bad and Emmett's having a blast::
Emmett finally got to pitch and he did really well over three innings. The opposing coaches made a point of complimenting him after the game, and when they were a little drunker late in the day tried to trade for him.
Emmett had one of his top ten days ever, I think. Although he's had a lot of good days, now that I think of it. But we had baseball at 10:00am and he played very well. We had another game at 5:30 (this is all the way out in wildest suburbia, 45-60 mins from SF), and were going to go home but the traffic going into the city (on Pride weekend) was insane. So we smartly detoured into Berkeley and saw Howl's Moving Castle. (So. Fucking. Good. I don't know why it's gotten less than rhapsodic reviews.) And then on our way out, Emmett found a five dollar bill.
Baseball, money and movies. And then more baseball. And then I let him have nachos.
Now that the coaches are seeing him, Emmett's playing shortstop and second and first when he's not pitching. I think he was only in the outfield one innning today. They really like him - not just because he's good (though he's establishing himself as one of the key players on the team) but because he hustles, focuses and he doesn't pull the pissy behavior some of the other kids do.
So he's having a great summer. And he's loving his daycamp at Acrosports too.