Too Late to Be Profound...Dear Diary instead!

Hey there.

I had the whole evening mapped out: dinner and a movie, then some solitary writing time, and early to bed. When JJ and I walked in the door from baseball at nine o'clock, it was an hour before we had finished shower, dinner and half the Mariner's game. I finally got him in to bed at 10:20, at which point I turned into a pool of jello on the couch and channel surfed for an hour. Honest to God, I didn't find a single show worth watching on the gazillion new channels I get. You'd think I would have gotten up and come in here to write, but no. I was stuck.

So, here it is, 11:45. Dinner was a take-n-bake pizza, movie was the ballgame, and this is my writing. Not much to brag about.

JJ's team kicked booty tonight at b-ball. They were playing a team that whooped them in the last game, so they were focused. Even JJ played the top of his game. The weather was outstanding...sitting there on the bleachers sans parka, sans blanket, sans hand warmers inside gloves inside pockets...just kicked back in the sun, wearing my new shades and sipping my Americano, while my kid played ball. Now that's baseball.

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Why do I have new shades? I dropped the old ones in the toilet at Walmart. I sat there and agonized over what to do, thought it would be rude to leave them there for the janitor to figure out, but once I'd fished them out I couldn't stand the thought of carrying them out into the bathroom....so I put them in the tampax garbage can. I killed myself, though, with my reaction, as they slid from my cleavage to the bowl: "Shoot!" I said, as in, "Oh my goodness! How'd that happen?"
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So it's late and I'm tired and thank God we have late start tomorrow. I love Wednesdays! Tomorrow K and I are going to get nails and toes done, probably go out to lunch, then if I can talk her into it, make a trip to this very cool clothing boutique two towns over that specializes in jeans. Spendy, but the selection is unbeatable and I am seriously in need of a pair of jeans. I mean, specifically, a pair that doesn't make me look like a 16 year old wanna be gansta. Like the pair I have now. The only pair. After that, J should be home and then my boys are off to baseball and I've got to go to some homeowner's meeting...I'm sure it's really important but it's soooo the kind of thing to which I hate trying to pay attention. I'm so bad at that stuff; I wish J would just go and get the info we need, and explain it to me, so I don't end up feeling like Downey in A Few Good Men again. "Hal? What's that mean, Hal?"

Off to bed now...hope you are feeling better this morning and are ready for the downhill slide of the week. It was great to hear your voice today, even if it was a little Brenda Vaccaro-ish.

Love you! A

PS: Why are anteaters so healthy?
Because they're full of little ant-ibodies!