Ah yes, spring ball has officially kicked off in Pittsford with the annual Little League parade where kids carry bags of candy and pelt people in the face. I got a zinger to the lip. Ouch. Son #2 got rid of his Halloween candy. Blech.
Thankfully, given the miserable state of continual rain that we're experiencing this year, we had a sunny, warm day to walk through town and, later, lie in the hammock.
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Something here doesn't make sense. How did Halloween candy survive with Granny in the immediate vicinity?
Plus, how on earth could this:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/3c/Chocolate_zingers.jpg
have hurt your lip?
a) It was in a candy jar in his room (i.e., Grannie rarely comes up stairs).
b) I thought of that very Zinger when I wrote the line but decided no one would think of it, too. Alas, I was wrong.
just for the record, when she called today to ask me to plug her tee vee back in, she also asked for some tootsie rolls to be delivered.
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