I'm getting irritated with baseball. All right, already! Wasn't the World Series played the 1st or 2nd week in October? It gets later every year. At this rate, we'll be playing it on Christmas Eve. The combination of football and baseball is deadly in this household: the Mr. is the guy who went off to play college baseball and then became a football coach. Enough! Uncle! I give! Please pass me that darn remote.
I'm off to work Tiny Town's Cross Country meet after school. I'm praying for no rain and no runners throwing up on my shoes. The finish line chute always provides a bit of scary fun! Happy Thursday!