Write two haiku about: the umpire.
Other than my nose being one of the most disgusting places on the planet, I'm feeling much better now. I would appreciate this matter coming to a satisfactory conclusion by the time I wake up tomorrow morning.
Kat ended up cancelling class with the kids today, so she was around to give me a brief break from Max after lunch. It made a big difference, even if it was less than half an hour.
Took him to the playground down the hill after my rest and we had a lot of fun kicking and throwing around the three hockey pucks that had been left in the street hockey area. I enjoy living in a trusting little town.
Anyway. Now I pretty much have to find a couple of hockey sticks for us to use, so I shall be checking the thrift store in Penticton at the next possible opportunity.
After all this time
it's still just He said, She said;
I'll watch this no more
* * *
Strike three, you're out! Wait...
what do you mean that was the
first pitch of the game?