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Holy gods. I just read through last night's thread and apparently, I say "shit" a whole lot when I'm drunk. And I'm a cheap date! I did not, for the record, drunk text the pitching coach, but it crossed my mind, I won't lie. Oh, crap. I have a headache and that whole "working out to get it out of your system" thing is…

Sunshine two days in a row! I got out to the deck yesterday, but my kid was out of school, so I had my sports bra on, instead of letting the girls flap about in the breeze, and now I have squirrely-look tan lines. And it's 20 degrees colder today, so I don't think I'll be remedying that any time soon. Fie! Spring…

It was actually nice enough to sit outside today on my deck, so I was able to let the boobs out for some air and sun whilst dreaming about the way Pitching Coach was looking yesterday in his baseball pants. It was a pleasant to way to pass two hours. Now I think I'll go take a shower. You know, to get clean and all.

I have to parent brag. I HAVE TO. Boygerbil finally got to play in a varsity game today, as a freshman - he pitched the last three innings of his game! Three! No one scored on him, andandand his very first varsity at-bat, he hit it out to right field for a single! He is a very happy boy tonight and I am a very happy…

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Can someone explain to me why I should get all excited about this assinine Lululemon yoga pants crisis? Because a certain demographic of label-obsessed women are stupid enough to shell out $100 for a pair of stretchy pants that, let's be honest, don't work any bit better at making your ass look good than the $25 pair…