Take Me Out of the Ball Game
The vending machine in our office building is the loudest coin-processor I have ever heard. I might as well just get a megaphone and just go up and down the hallway proclaiming “ATTENTION EVERYBODY! I’M THE GIRL FROM SUITE 105 WITH NO SELF CONTROL.”
Actually, I’m justifying the chocolate I just purchased because I’m going to play softball tonight. It’s a co-ed league and the only way J could play (which I know he loves doing) is if I sign up too. So I thought, hey, it might be fun to give it a shot even though I have never possessed any kind of athletic ability whatsoever and will probably be asked to be the “dugout sitter” within the first inning.
I do have a strategy though. I’m going to bring Little Button all decked out in her Baseball outfit, complete with Texas Rangers visor and HOPE that everyone is so busy ogling over her and saying how adorable she is, that they won’t notice my total and complete suckiness.
Wish me luck.






































