This was one loooong day.
The boys had a baseball game today and won in the last inning. The score for the whole game had been 1 to 0 in the other team's favor. I turned my thoughtbeams on and helped our team score two runs. I despise the parents on the opposing team. They're the sort that really rub it in when they win or get a run and it was very pleasing to see them all shut their pieholes and swell up like boiled frogs when their precious team lost at the last minute. Heh, heh, heh.
On Thursday night, Sweety got a wild hair up his ass and announced that he would be taking the whole baseball team & families out to eat pizza tonight. I think I had a minor panic attack today just worrying about it. I managed to make it through the event without stabbing myself to death with a bent fork.
Then we came home and took a walk. A long walk. My feet are still burning.
I bought some new jeans today! Sized smaller that they were when I bought some just 3 weeks ago! For once, I didn't want to kick the mirror in the store's dressing room. I swear, once I get down to where I want to be, we're going somewhere and running around naked as the day is long.
Anybody out there ever been to a nudist resort? I never have but I'd like to go at least once. I think it would be neat to stroll around with the breeze hitting your bits. Mostly, I want to go somewhere that I can skinny-dip in the ocean without worrying about being arrested.
Here's Sweety's surgery wound. He made a joke the other night that I could shove a breadstick in it and I told him I'd use a garlic breadstick because they're salty and it would sting. I figure if you're gonna stab someone with bread that you need to cause the maximum amount of discomfort.