Seems as if he went and bought MY baby girl a diamond angel necklace (sorry for the quality: stinking thing is BRIGHT) for no apparent reason. Mind you, she doesn't even like the little booger eater in that way, but he's making my decision to buy a gun, a pit bull, and razor wire to surround the house easy for me.
Supposedly this thing cost $99 dollars; Mr. Romance showed her the receipt. What 9 year old boy has that kind of bank and buys a necklace for a girl instead of a new glove, a video game, or hits the arcade? I'll tell you what kind: one I've got my eye on from now on.
She still plays with Barbie Dolls and thinks I'm the best thing going; I don't need this little Lothario causing her to grow up any faster than she already is. What he doesn't realize is I've got Operation Annoyance in the wings; if this kid is still around in 5 or 6 years, I've got Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum in training to run off any boy stupid enough to cross the threshold that is my front door.
I've got a feeling Ciera isn't going to like me much from the ages of 16-21. It's all right; I've got a thick skin.
After that cluster mess last night (I'm not going to dignify it by calling it a baseball game) tonight has been much better. It's 7-3 Red Sox, bottom of the 5th, and up until this inning Beckett had been on cruise control. Which of course has turned the convicts in the stands at the toilet into maniacs until The Commander just got Slappy to pop up.
Bigger story has been Manny; 3 for 3 with TWO home runs and a single, which if you're keeping score at home has him at 495 for his career. He also pointed to the camera, then bear hugged the Munchkin while they were on the bench, for some reason.
Nothing beats Manny being Manny.
UPDATE: Beckett went 8 and the final score was 7-5, Red Sox. After Farnsworth buzzed Manny, Beckett just nodded. Somebody is getting drilled come July. PLEASE let it be Arod.