found a pair of underpants in my hedge.
So this is not like Kat's "my underwear in my neighbor's house" thing...these were not YOUR underwear? These were not clean underwear? So sorry.
I went to Portland! I came back! It is hot. I am tired. And have a headache. There is a good "spin" to the story. It involves hotness. Getting down and dirty. Partying til the party was over. Partying til we had to take it outside. Seeing titties. Standing up to peer pressure. Droppping down and getting our Portland on. Etc etc.
The real story is much less interesting, sadly, but we liked our spin on it. The heat is making my headache annoying, though. Hrmph.
found a pair of underpants in my hedge.
Could've been a bustle in your hedgerow, which we all know is alarming.
Yikes, aurelia. I hope she's OK.
crawling. Zing!
OMG levitating baby! Too cute!
Dylan spent the day at our neighbors' playing with their 10-month old so DH and I could go to the movies. Hooray for neighbors with kids!
Aurelia, sheesh! Your mom sounds like my dad (who also has a habit of telling me about major medical stuff
after
it's happened). Glad she's okay.
Random double post. I shall use it to comment on how incredibly cute Buffista babies are.
Fuck. They just took a 3-run home run away from the Mets.
That was SUCH a bullshit call, Tom. I may have shouted a little bit.
If they lose, they're going to need to protest the game, not that it would do any good.
Too bad I can't stay up to watch the rest of the game. I need to be at work early tomorrow.
Bullshit calls suck!
The opposing manager in Emmett's game protested that our player who scored in front of a play at the plate with Emmett interfered with the play because he obstructed the catcher by clearing the bat! WTF!
First of all: Nuh uh! I saw the play and if anything the catcher was blocking Emmett off the plate before he had the ball. Second of all, the catcher was up in front of the plate before the throw, so obviously he wasn't obstructed. Third of all, note to Emmett: Dude, slide hard and low and take out the catcher if he's in your fucking way. You have a right to home plate, and your cleats are persuasive.
Anyway, the ump did not change the call in our game (which would have been bullshit) and we won. Ha.