I've seen it raining fire in the sky

Dear Megan,

First, a few words about this weekend's sporting events:

Ew. And, yay (Yanks lose, 2-1). And, boo (Yanks take game 3, 8-4). I know that the mayflies or whatever they were are harmless and do not bite. It didn't make it any less stomach-churning to see them having a party on Joba's neck. I didn't so much mind him wild-pitching in the tying run.

I do like the Joba, though. He seems like a nice fellow.



Woof. And double-woof. The 'Dores fell hard to the Tigers/War Eagles at Jordan-Hare stadium on Saturday: 35-7. Hopefully, they'll pull themselves together in time for Homecoming; otherwise, it could be an ugly night for me and the Funbar. Why they scheduled Georgia for Homecoming is beyond me. There is a reason that Georgia scheduled us last year for their Homecoming, and that is because, historically, we suck (they learned that lesson the hard way, of course, and will be hosting the Troy [State] Trojans this year). We need not prove any points by returning the favor. This is especially not the year to do so, since the 'Dawgs just lost to . . . ugh . . . Tennessee.

And . . .

The feel-good story of the year. Go Rockies! Way to take the focus off of the Broncos (the feel-ill story of the year). Also, yay for the Red Sox (I've been a fan ever since Sam Malone played for them). And a big "meh" for the Diamondbacks. I'm sure they're good kids and all, but BO-ring.

In completely unrelated news, I have determined that I am a bad mother. I waited until the last minute to schedule something for Ella's birthday party and now nothing is available! I feel like an ass.

Good news: We finished the bathroom yesterday. (!!!) Some pictures:


(NOTE: These pictures were taken at a later date and then added back to this post. That is why it does not appear to be as pristine as it was for about three hours after we finished it.)

The tiles are also on the floor. Isn't it bad-ass? I am totally enamored of this bathroom.

With that happy news, I'd better run. I'm one more alt-Tab away from getting carpal tunnel syndrome. Blogging at work is not as easy as it's cracked up to be.

love, molly

ps--


Priceless.










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