I survived the baseball game.
I spent the first hour and a half watching the game out of the corner of my eye while I devoured a hot dog, a huge bag of Cracker Jacks, a cup of frozen lemonade, and an ice cream cone.
I spent the next hour and a half knitting a scarf.
In between, I held an infant in my lap.
The whole afternoon was such a bizarre mix of the familiar and the terrifyingly foreign that I didn’t really know what to do with myself afterwards, so I just went home and took a nap.
hot dog, cracker jacks, lemonade, ice cream and then u had a *nap*? *squeals!* ur ass must be huge!!! u’ll thank me for pointing this out later 😉 *pats*
my liffe would be so different if i’d ever thought to combine baseball and knitting.
chris: I most certainly will not.
roy: I’m not so sure it would.
Jess and Jill: You are sworn to secrecy. I had a traumatic week last week and I’m still recovering.
Napping is an excellent defense mechanism. I try to employ it daily, when possible.
I shall never tell, sir. Never.
Another Joel: I’m glad to have set things right for you. You understand, I hope, why I had to get rid of the evidence.
Thank the Lord! We heard that a 13 year old went missing at a recent Yankee’s game and we feared the worst. Thank God for diazapam… and vodka.
I do. My fingers are sealed.
Does this post hold any kind of record for “largest number of cryptic references to deleted comments”?
Well, I am always hypnotized by Derek Jeter’s ass. Can’t believe you didn’t even notice it.