My dad gets really excited around the first of January because he knows it will be a new year and one of his favorite things to do every year is to take our family, our extended family and select friends to the baseball game.
And then he talks about it all the time until it’s game day.
Yesterday was game day.
I got home from work and fell asleep in my bed until my sister came in.
And then I said, “Christine, I think I have mono.”
And she said, “Well, you don’t.”
To which I replied, “Yeah, Christine, my lymph nodes are swollen!”
“That doesn’t mean anything. If they’re swollen once they’re swollen forever.”
“And I’m exhausted.”
“Well, when was the last time you had a full eight hours of sleep?”
And then I lied and said I had gotten more sleep so that maybe she would pity me.
But she didn’t.
The end.
So then I ate snacks and sat between Drew and Christine and Esther. Drew told me about HIS PLAY and Christine told me about SOCCER and I filled Esther in on BOY DRAMA.
All in all, it seemed pretty successful, I’d say.
Until next year: go team!
(Side note: how wonderful is the seventh inning stretch where we all stand up and SING SONGS? That’s a great spectator sport right there).
Happy summer-timin’, ya’ll.