and gnashing of teeth, as my beloved Bulldogs failed to win the College World Series. The only bright spot? I no longer have to hear the phrase "Cinderella story" or hear about that Detwiler kid's thumb. Geez louise, ESPN.
A little bit of housekeeping -- my apologies to Mr. Daddy's brother, Blub, whom I completely forgot yesterday. So named because he got a little, um, "husky" in adolescence. I told Mr. Daddy this morning that I was so glad I wasn't part of his family during my adolescence. I'm sure they would have zeroed in on the large gap between my front teeth. Mr. Daddy said they probably would have called me "Gappy." Awesome.
Anyhoo, I'll be back later. I have to tell you about how my first car nearly ruined any chance I had of a social life.
6 years ago