Days Of Yore

I promise every post will not be sports related, (or maybe it will, seems I do think about it a lot) but did you see the Twins game last night? Now that was a fun game. Home runs, RBI, and stolen bases as far as the eye could see. There's just nothing better than baseball in September, unless you're lucky enough to have your team playing baseball in October.

The Husband and I were reminiscing about the days before The Boy, and how we surely would've been at Old Chicago eating Double Deckeroni pizza that night for dinner. We always went there to watch the final Twins' games. We would pray and pray to get off work early or take a day off during playoff games. We'd hit that bar at 1 in the afternoon, and stay all night, and would've made a whole new group of pals. Ahhhh, those were the days. Instead I made spaghetti and salad. No garlic bread because we're "watchin' it" because we want to live long enough to see The Boy graduate from college. Priorities. Hhmmppff.

NLJ