Cookie. That’s good enough for me.
It had to be since the Screamers handed us another loss Sunday. And not unlike Britney when she’s down – hounded relentlessly for photo opps by the paparazzi (my neffs) – I literally bit the dust on third. Well biting the dust wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. A little grainy. But I’m old, I’m gimpy and, officially, I don’t slide. And I didn’t. I definitely tripped and fell when I tried to keep low from the incoming ball. I need to remember this is just kickball and it’s just a passionate hobby that doesn’t pay the bills. Don’t mess the mouse-hand!
Big thanks to my sister for the rich and ooey-gooey Toll House cookie bars.
Signing out,
Adizzle to the Doublewide 7