I saw Emmett pitch and hit and adjust his cup.
There's much touching of the cup. It's sort of like rubbing Buddha's belly.
We won 22-0. I kept tweaking our team's parents (who are Berkeley in all but area code): "Well, another crushing victory for the upper middle class blonde white kids over the scrappy, underprivileged multiethnic kids." And they'd wince with liberal guilt.
It was fun!
We saw Glavine's win on ESPN. I don't know why they're blathering about him being the last 300 winner. They said that shit when Seaver and Carlton hit 300. Sports dude, have you not noticed the multiple pitchers who are now pitching in their forties which was not so common before?
It'll happen again.
Tom Glavine just won his 300th game!
Yay! He's such a class act.
You should come down here just to see it at the Pantages.
OMG would I love to and I could see you, and S, and Kristin, and Drew, and anyone else who would be willing to spend 5 minutes with me. But I'm broker than a broke thing that is broke. With a kid entering her senior year. Kill me now.
Kill me now.
Shouldn't we wait until she graduates?
Shouldn't we wait until she graduates?
You can send her to college with the insurance money.
Thanks. Ok, medicate me. Heavily.
Or kidnap me. To LA. Yeah, that could work.
Or kidnap me. To LA.
/me packs the duct tape and revs up the van.
I once again overbooked my weekend and am only
now
getting any me time. Not that my weekend wasn't fun, but I totally need another day to just veg.
I made pasta, breakfast casserole and strawberry cake (as I was tasting it I actually thought, "Whoa, this would be waaaaay to sweet for ita).
d, I'm sorry your dad is hurting so badly. Hope the travel-planning goes well, so your visit will be a good one.
There's a cricket underneath the wheelchair lift chirping his little heart out.