Um. Okay. Awkward silence here.

So...how 'bout that sports team? I hear it does...stuff.

Oh! Funny segue. I follow Wil Wheaton's blog, and he posted this the other day. It's an exchange between him and his step-son.

I sat on the couch, sipped my Stone Pale Ale, and watched the Dodgers' struggle to retire the Pirates in the first inning.

Nolan walked into the room and said, "Who are you cheering for?"

The answer was obvious, so I said, "Lakers."

He nodded his head thoughtfully. "I'm cheering for the Phoenix Suns."

I looked at him. There was the slightest glint in his eye.

"Yeah, they're going to give the boys in blue a real hard time," I said, "I heard they have a cleanup guy who hit a bunch of touchdowns this year."

"Oh he's really good," Nolan said, fighting a smile, "he had a couple of eagles last time they played."

"I did not know that," I said.

"Yeah," Nolan added, "I think he's going to lead his team to the Stanley Cup finals . . . unless they have to play Newcastle early in the tournament."

Fay, I understand, And yet, what Hec said. Honestly, it would be hard not to hate Trucker Guy, even though he is probably paying the price in a graphic way right now(I would have guessed that he would would have died...I guess I do not really belong in Quantico, after all.)

We took the dog and ambled over to Johnny Carson park to the Kiwanis Car Show before it got too warm. Some gorgeous cars of all eras, nice peeps, and an amiable and enthusiastic band of older guys playing 60s tunes. It's a very small town thing, literally in the shadow of huge TV studios. I hit up the craft booths and found the lady who makes jewelry out of vintage beads. Got a bracelet and two pair of earrings for $20!

Now I am home, we have the Yankees game on and I just had some dry salami and wheat thins. Everything would be perfect, except for the fact that I have a migraine. Feh. I have medicated and hope to feel more the thing shortly.

We just went out to lunch and ran into a town full of people there for a car show. I guess it's the weekend for it. Weird to see the parking lots and sidewalks all full.

Robin, feel better!

Our pastor's wife introduced me to another single girl at church this morning. She's been trying to introduce us for months, but it just hasn't happened yet. Well, now E (the pastor's wife), our parents, and S (the girl) are trying to get us to go to this Singles Weekend Getaway at the end of May. I just looked up the website. The topic for the nice, long weekend? Love, Sex, and Lasting Relationships. Um. No. I don't need four days of that.

On the other hand, I have nothing planned that weekend, and I have no idea how I'm going to get out of it.

How about a nice, direct "I would rather pluck out my own eyeballs and eat them on a Triscuit than go to this weekend."

I tried a nice, indirect, "Could they be any more predictable in their topic for a singles weekend? It's positively eye-rolly." To which mom replied, "Well, then go for the fellowship."

I wish I'd read Erin's response first.

Can you get out of it by saying right now you aren't interested in a weekend long series on Love, Sex, and Lasting Relationships but if they have another weekend with a different topic you'd be more interested in going?

Eh. I'll figure it out. I'm extra cranky today (thank you, steroids!), so I'll think about it more seriously when the crank monster has left the building.

Weekend full of lectures on Love, Sex, and Lasting Relationships?

How about: "Mom, Dad, E, unless they can guarantee me 2 and 3 at the end of the retreat, I don't want to hear any more about 1."