You know, sometimes I don't want to tell things here that make me look bad but I'd feel guilty if I didn't.
Guess whose family forgot that today was the day for the end of the season ceremony for their youngest son's Little League Baseball team?
*see me waving my hand wildly* (Isn't it odd that I bitched about the coaEW's lack of attention in the last post? Color me a nice shade of hypocrite.)
Um, yeah. The boys got dropped off this morning around 8:30ish and at around 9:30 Sweety says, "Hey! Do you know what time the baseball ceremony is?" And I remember that today is May 31st and it started at 9:00. Sweety felt so bad that he was almost in tears. I felt so bad that I didn't eat breakfast because I felt pukey. LittleBrother(11) was so happy that he didn't have to go that he danced a jig.
We have never, ever forgotten something like that! We just totally spaced out. As soon as LB realized that we missed it, the glee on his face was like the sun. He got pretty tired of baseball about mid-season and it's been like pulling teeth to get him to partake in the games without acting pissy.
I'm going to quit thinking about it because it's making my stomach hurt again.
Here. Look at my monkey, Roger.
This is how I like him to sit in my backseat. Nice and polite.
Sweety likes to make it look like he's masturbating. This embarrasses Roger.
Not only does Ginamonster make some kick ass soap -(Bubbly Creations! Big, good-smelling, lather-you-up-great bars!) she also has the occasional sock monkey up for adoption. He even has a tiny bellybutton!