No, it's not what you think . . . I've Faced my fears . . . I'm in my Forties, pushing Fifty . . . and having the time of my life. As a published novelist (Finally), I'm living a dream that began when I was a little girl. Thanks for stopping by.
Okay, wait, is this hockey?;-)
Oh honey, where should I even start with your baseball education . . .
My husband wants to host some Cubs playoff game parties, where we watch it outside on our outdoor theater. But I'm concerned. Because I DO NOT WANT TO TALK DURING THE GAME!! And usually, when women come to these things (and I know I'm being sexist, but still), they want to talk. About stuff. Whereas - I WANT TO WATCH THE FREAKIN' GAME!So I'm concerned. (But still very, very happy today!)
Oh, Mel, I'd love to watch the game on your outdoor big screen. And I'd only talk to myself between burning off nervous energy doing crossword puzzles and playing computer solitaire!
Sigh, if my Brewers can't make it (and they self-destructed in September again), the Cubs are good. Add that to their first baseman having a kiddo with the same blindness as my Amigo, and I can cheer for them. I guess.
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