the END of school
The kids are out of school now. They have been for a week. It's kinda crazy during that ending bit. Max had a play he was in (I won't mention the name of the show or his teacher's name in case the play copyright police are reading my blog) He was a scarecrow... um ... er... no... he was a straw man... ya that's it. Damn now you know... fuck...
Before the play there was food. Always good. I like to believe that everybody who is alive likes to eat. Or at least eats even if they disdain it. Anyways we ate. If you were there and and a vegetarian you might have been grumpy. Course you might have been grumpy as a carnivore or an omnivore, but you get my meaning. I mean there wasn't much there that hadn't walked on hooves earlier in time. So yummy. I'm down with it. Then the kids were playing on the playground. Tammy was doing her teacher thing. I sat on the playground with our neighbor and watched the kids play. There is no good seating so we sat on the edge of a 2x16 board that was used to hold in the playchips around the swings. on the edge. We didn't think we'd be there long because fuck there was a play to put on. Uh oh. What's going on?
Softball?
I fucking forgot about that. Softball. Damnation. I don't do that. I don't do well with anything that involves flying spheres. In fact I'd do just about anything other than play sports. So apparently sitting for a long ass time (ass being the operative word) on the edge of a floor joist holding in playchips and having nice conversation with the neighbor is preferable to playing softball.
Um just a little aside: Have you ever touched a softball? I mean who the fuck came up with the word "soft" with this ball. I've touched many balls... (well that didn't sound right coming from a straight suburban PTA ex president did it? ) Lots of them were softer than a not so soft softball. WTF? I mean take a tennis ball for instance (that sounds like an affliction doesn't it? tennis ball... like tennis elblow... I dunno what happened doc they just swelled the fuck up like that) ok that's dirty. In magic (not the fucking card game no no I'd rather play softball) we have sponge balls which sounds like the advance stages of tennis ball right before you go onto the dreaded "foot ball" which is unspeakably uncomfortable to have balls shaped like feet. ah what a fun digression.
Softball. Floor joist... 2x16 up my ass. Are you with me? Good.
Softball ends YAY! and the play is going to start. So I get up. Guess what? My ass hurts. Tami (the neighbor) comments on how uncomfortable her posterior is. (That's nice talk for her ass hurt too) and I replied, "Ya it feels like I've been in prison for months"
Before the play there was food. Always good. I like to believe that everybody who is alive likes to eat. Or at least eats even if they disdain it. Anyways we ate. If you were there and and a vegetarian you might have been grumpy. Course you might have been grumpy as a carnivore or an omnivore, but you get my meaning. I mean there wasn't much there that hadn't walked on hooves earlier in time. So yummy. I'm down with it. Then the kids were playing on the playground. Tammy was doing her teacher thing. I sat on the playground with our neighbor and watched the kids play. There is no good seating so we sat on the edge of a 2x16 board that was used to hold in the playchips around the swings. on the edge. We didn't think we'd be there long because fuck there was a play to put on. Uh oh. What's going on?
Softball?
I fucking forgot about that. Softball. Damnation. I don't do that. I don't do well with anything that involves flying spheres. In fact I'd do just about anything other than play sports. So apparently sitting for a long ass time (ass being the operative word) on the edge of a floor joist holding in playchips and having nice conversation with the neighbor is preferable to playing softball.
Um just a little aside: Have you ever touched a softball? I mean who the fuck came up with the word "soft" with this ball. I've touched many balls... (well that didn't sound right coming from a straight suburban PTA ex president did it? ) Lots of them were softer than a not so soft softball. WTF? I mean take a tennis ball for instance (that sounds like an affliction doesn't it? tennis ball... like tennis elblow... I dunno what happened doc they just swelled the fuck up like that) ok that's dirty. In magic (not the fucking card game no no I'd rather play softball) we have sponge balls which sounds like the advance stages of tennis ball right before you go onto the dreaded "foot ball" which is unspeakably uncomfortable to have balls shaped like feet. ah what a fun digression.
Softball. Floor joist... 2x16 up my ass. Are you with me? Good.
Softball ends YAY! and the play is going to start. So I get up. Guess what? My ass hurts. Tami (the neighbor) comments on how uncomfortable her posterior is. (That's nice talk for her ass hurt too) and I replied, "Ya it feels like I've been in prison for months"
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