Trot was singing in his fever induced state, Ciera was egging him on, Rakes had just knocked over this metal thing next to the fridge, and Ang was going into orbit all while I tried to talk to Rich about a kid he went to school with that walked in the winning run on a wild pitch while trying to intentionally walk the runner.
Rich, and if you know him this next line may be hard to believe, actually went momentarily silent before asking me a question I ask myself on a daily basis.
"How do you DO that EVERY day?"
Seriously?
It's a race between them and my blood pressure to the finish line.
2 comments:
enjoy the moment - when it's gone, it's gone forever.
I am, Caveman. If it doesn't kill me first.
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