Lorraine Says: How Are You?

Guys, I'm sitting in bed with my work pants and a sports bra on because I started to change when I got home but then got too lazy to finish. 

Obviously I can't be bothered with an introduction. 

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Hi, this is usually where I tell you all about my awesome weekend: I had an awesome weekend. I mean, at this point, I can't remember specifically what caused it's awesome-osity. I went through my phone to spur my memory, because I'm a picture lover, but the best thing on there was the community nap Venus, Fetus, Vye and I took on Sunday afternoon.

Of course, I don't nap. So while I was all, "yeah, shove over, this'll be amazing," I actually spent the time playing Words with Friends and snapping pictures of them drooling. It was refreshing, obviously. 

Lorraine Says: Grand Slam

"I was really upset that you didn't write about our baseball game," Penny said as we settled into our seats Wednesday night. "I was expecting pictures and drawings. I've almost forgotten about the whole game now."

I laughed as I shovelled another nacho in my mouth. We were again sitting in the section we've affectionately dubbed, "the sewer." Center field at Joe Robbie Dolphin Landshark Sun Life Stadium is odd shaped, and often, especially when the Marlins are playing the Nationals on a Wednesday night, pretty empty.

It's funny that Penny and I enjoy baseball games as much as we do. I mean, baseball is obviously my favorite sport, and duh, cute(ish) boys in uniform but also: people. And dammit, we do not like people.

Just our luck, too, that we always seem to attract the biggest douches in the entire world.

Lorraine Says: Unemotional Wrecks

Roxanne likes to say that this blog is our kid and she is the equivalent of the dead beat dad. I mean, she's around for birthdays and Christmas, but mostly she pats the blog on the head and tells it to go play outside.

Well, if Rox is off enjoying Natural Ice beer and bingo (or perhaps an extramarital affair. Seriously, she's been "working late" a lot lately) it seems that I've been shut in my room watching soap operas and crying over my lost youth and beauty.

Or something.

I'm not really sure what any of that means. Really what I want to say is: sorry for the small window of silence. I'm working on a post about my weekend and baseball, which may be added onto since we're planning on attending another game tonight. Woot.

In the meanwhile, I'll give you perhaps a better explanation for the silence. And in case you were wondering: this ain't funny, yo, part 2.

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