I thought I was going to a softball game today. I got way too excited about the thought of eating hot dogs at the "stadium" until I was informed that the game was at 4. A whole two hours before iftar. CRISIS! What's the point of going to watch my friend's husband run around trying to catch a ball if I can't feed my belly? I was secretly (but not so secretly) hoping someone would take a hit in the gut to make up for it.
I've just been informed, though, that the game's been rescheduled to Monday at 7. After iftar! Wohoo! Maybe there will be pickles too. O Monday...when will you come?
In other news, I was voted MVP of my high school softball team. Recognize.
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- My friends are always telling me I have too many phobias and probably need therapy. What they should be doing is thanking me for giving them something to talk about.
1 comment:
where would there be hotdogs!
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