Though I'm not married, it would seem better to take a diplomatic tack and not actually tell one's spouse that they're (or the story they're telling) is *boring.* That's not the kindest thing to say.

I didn't tell her she was boring. I just decided the rant was skippable on the way to a better mood.

Obviously, the proper spousal role is to listen patiently. I only offerred a counter-example because...well, because it worked. It was a win /win. I did not offend her.

Back from Livermore. We won both games. Emmett pitched two shutout innings in the second game, and made a brilliant stab on a line drive while pitching. (The kid on the opposing team walked back to the dugout with his head down and disconsolate. He'd totally ripped it.) While on the mound, Emmett also pounced on a hard grounder to his right and made the play, and on another shot up the middle knocked the ball down with his pitching hand that the shortstop was able to turn into a rally killing out.

The first game we won easily. The second game we were cruising along winning easily, when the opposing team scored five in the bottom of the sixth (last) inning to send it into extra innings. But we prevailed.

Hec, as somebody who could potentially rant for two days with only a little water to sustain me, I've come to appreciate a skillful deflection. God, how scary would I be pregnant?

I was in line at the passport office behind George Clinton once.

No Joe on my TV, dammit.

That whole "time enough to sleep when you are dead" thing? I'm ready for it to start now.

Had to be in to work at yesterday at 9. Tried going to bed early. Didn't sleep til 3am. Cats woke me an hour before the alarm would have gone off.

Today I have to start at 8am. I drank a bit to help me get to sleep, was in bed by midnight. I need to kill someone, obviously. But unfortunately it isn't even legal to kill myself.

Anyone still awake? I have had the stomach ache from hell all night, and I don't think I am going to get any sleep.

In non-whiny news, I came home tonight to a dozen mini peach colored roses, with a sign in front of them that said, "Happy Pre-Birthday, love Dave".

{{{Cash}}}

Hubby was at a gas station/convenience store recently when Jesse James of "Monster Garage" and his crew was there on some sort of bike tour. A couple of kids had recognized Jesse and were gushing, Hubby overheard, looked over the bikes, shrugged, and headed into the store. A few minutes later, he hears somebody say, "So what do you think of the bikes?" He looks over and sees Jesse. I guess Hubby made a good impression. Hubby says, "The bikes are nice, but I'd have done this differently." Jesse was apparently taken by surprised, then had a nice conversation on bike design with Hubby.

Sorry about the stomach ache, sj. Feel better!

The 4th air conditioner is installed and working. Shhhh...don't jinx it!

Yay, Kristin!

Not yay, sj. But nice flowers.

yay!

Thanks, Kristin. It could be worse. I used to get these kinds of stomach aches monthly. This time, I can't remember the last time I had one. Right now it is just the after effects of the pain that are keeping me awake. This is pretty much as worse as it gets with me, so I figure if Teacup Guy handled tonight, he is sticking around for a good long while.

Teacup Guy, O Teacup Guy...

There should be a song. I should not be the one to write it. Anyway, if he's treating you well, sj, that's good enough for me.