Mac and I went to the dentist. I mentioned to them that I had still never got the fillings they said I need last time, so they just did them today. I had not planned on being all numb faced. Trying to drink now, an hour later, still difficult.

I went to the eye doctor and got prescriptions for new glasses and new contacts. The doctor said that I was seeing 20/20 with my old glasses, but I've felt like I've been having a lot of trouble seeing things with them, like enough so that I wasn't really comfortable driving. The place that promises glasses ready in an hour "in most cases" tells me that my glasses will be ready in ten days.

The new Japanese place at the mall is having its grand opening! Tasty sushi—about middling in quality between the other two places in town—that's very cheap and served in giganto portions. (I do not normally allow seafood to remain on my plate at the end of a meal.)

They also made the wise choice of assigning me the exceedingly cute young waiter who was flustered about it being his first day and super-eager to make sure everything was right since he'd just had to comp meals at the next table over. I tipped extremely generously in lieu of bending him over the table, which would have been my preferred choice had said table not been kind of shaky.

I had to argue with my eye doctor to get him to even give me a prescription. Dude, just cuz I can read that line doesn't mean it's not blurry.

I feel accomplished. Two odd 2x4's were screwed to the dining room wall (frame from the dishwasher that is now in the attic?) and the screws were buried deep in the wood and the heads stripped. Drilled the heads off and ripped the wood off the threads (sans prybar!) and hacksawed off what I couldn't unscrew with pliers. I can paint there now!!!

Oz and I just killed a huge moth. I screamed like a girl and Oz is a great hunter. He was trying to eat it though, and I wouldn't let him. I gave him treat instead.

They also made the wise choice of assigning me the exceedingly cute young waiter who was flustered about it being his first day and super-eager to make sure everything was right since he'd just had to comp meals at the next table over. I tipped extremely generously in lieu of bending him over the table, which would have been my preferred choice had said table not been kind of shaky.

See, Jilli? It's not just *me*

It's 88 degrees here again. One of you sun-worshipers invited the Evil Orb to visit again, didn't you? There'll be smiting - oh yes, there will be smiting, but only after I've grown a new epidermis.

I still have way too much to do. I really should have cleaned before. Have trash to take out, and vacuuming and mopping and putting away and cleaning out the car and ACK. They get in at 11.

I just got back from the bookstore. It's nice and sunny out, and it seems like everyone was in the mood for book shopping, because we were steady-to-busy all day long! It's nice to see people still buying beach books (lots of paperbacks sold) and books for their kids. And everyone seemed to be in a good mood, too!

Now for an early dinner (Brown's fried chicken--yummy!), and then cleaning and laundry tonight, after I do the dishes and take out garbage.

Sue, I can top your neighborhood drama with weird Little League drama.

So we lost last night and we're in the loser's bracket and we played this afternoon. I was out in the left field stands doing my usual OCD-like curses upon the opposing team - in short I was flashing them goat horns.

The opposing team accused me of stealing signs from their catcher and relaying them to our batters! They tried to make a stink with the tournament director and one of their parents flat out accused me of it and told me they had me on tape!

So ridonkulous! First of all, I was in left field so I couldn't see the catcher's signs. You have to be in centerfield looking from behind the pitcher. Second of all, it was too fucking far away for me to see anything like whether the catcher is flashing one or two fingers without binoculars. Third of all, when the hell were we supposed to be relaying the signs? The batter steps out and looks at the third base coach to get his hitting sign before he steps into the box and the catcher gives the signs.

Anyway, their team sucked and we beat them 12-3 (one of our hitters, Alex, had two home runs and two doubles. Emmett went 3-4 with a sac fly, 2 RBIS and a run).

There was no formal protest, just False Accusations and Bad Feelings. Wackaloons.