A bad day in the ballpark...

[madbaker]

Is still better than a good day at work. I took yesterday off to go watch the Giants get shellacked with a friend. That wasn't great, but it was a beautiful day, the beer and garlic fries were tasty, and I got to catch up with aforementioned friend, who lives far enough away that I don't see her much.

Turns out she lurks here (Hi!) and so she was fairly familiar with what's been going on in my life. That feels a bit odd, but that is one of the reasons I write in this thing, and if I really cared about random people reading it I'd lock down more entries.

The only downside to yesterday? Galen likes garlic. I ate garlic fries. He spent much of the night washing my face.

What I'm reading: Eric Flint, 1634: The Galileo Affair

Comments

[aastg.livejournal.com]

Never underestimate the efficacy of a kitty-facial! The cat I had when I was a teenager (Phred Upstairs) would lick my face all over nearly every night before we retired. I couldn't get him to stop. After a while I kind of got to like it (except for the tuna fish breath). However, it not only made face all soft, I'm certain that it was the sole reason I had almost no acne during those years.