Notes from the Straightjacket
June 3, 2008
This is what I have begun resorting to, copying instant messages in lieu of a real post, with proper punctuation, and a coherent narrative.
Me: My son’s last baseball game was soooo pathetic
Me: and I am equally pathetic for CARING
Her: yeah how do you NOT though?
Me: but my god he went from being the lead batter to batting eighth
Me: and next week I can bet he will be behind the kid with the lisp, who ducks and jumps out of the box with every pitch
Her: that’s funny
Me: and sadly true. I want to rip the bat out of his hand and beat him over the head with it.
Me: I also want to beat his coach with it, too. It is a toss up these days.
Me: Who knew little league could inspire such a violent streak in me.
Me: Then to make it even worse
Me: [Son] was in the outfield eating sunflower seeds
Me: and got his hand stuck in his pocket
Her: okay how exactly does that happen?
Me: and missed the one and only ball that came to him
Me: yeah he brings blonde to a whole new level
Want to read more about what will drive me to a straight jacket?
Today over at Work It, Mom! I did a new twist on the recipes. Linking to people who have posted summer friendly recipes I think sound delicious and are easy enough to be made from the confines of my straight jacket. All of these have made it to my short list. You know, once I stop feeding my children from the snack bar.