I know how you feel, JD.
Yeah, it's only Spring Training, and the Devil Rays, I mean RAYS, are in first place in the AL with a 7-3 record. But do we have to be 3-8, sitting dead last? I'd be happy with middle of the pack by now.
I know they don't count. I realize the teams use Spring Training to work out the kinks, decide on final spots, and get guys ready for April. But man, does it suck to just keep losing. For my mental state alone, they need to roll off a 3 game winning streak, Manny needs to deposit one onto the highway, and Timlin has GOT to put one in somebodies ear hole, laughing like a serial killer the entire time.
Otherwise, I'm gonna go into a state of depression that only a Josh Beckett vs. Ryan Howard Hell in a Cell match up can make go away.
As I tucked Ciera into bed, said prayers with her, and got up to leave tonight, I learned I'm about to enter the frog breeding business.
Turns out Ciera's friend Alexia, who lives next door, has talked her Dad into buying her a pair of frogs tomorrow, male and female. Alexia will keep the male, Ciera the female, and after a few weeks, they will, in Ciera's words, "mate".
You could see the vapor trail I left in my wake as I left her room.
I don't WANNA raise tadpoles; I've already got her, Rakes, and Trot to deal with.
As far as the BIGGER issue goes, how in the world does she know what "mate" means? And what am I gonna do about it?
Sounds like a job for Mom.
I'm not waking her up tonight, but you can bet your mortgage payment we're having a talk in the morning.
Glass jar on a shelf.
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