So like I promised….a lighter post.

So today my husband is taking me to a baseball game.

Yeah, you read that right.

Me.

The chick who suffers from major social anxiety going to a baseball game.

Cue the paranoia now please.

Ha. Like …. Gah. I am such a mess, I can’t even finish that joke.

I don’t even know what I was smoking when I agreed to go!

Can you imagine me? At a baseball game? Shoo, I don’t even know who’s playing. All I know is its in DC aaaaaaaannnndddd…….oh yeah I’m gonna die.

Wha? Don’t you remember Sum of all fears? Same circumstance here.

I know I heard somewhere that a nuclear warhead was missing from somewhere.

I don’t know how to move on from there…..soooooo.

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We watched the first half of Star Wars with my son. He loved it, until the action stopped and it was all about the talking.

Then he was all….I’m a Star Wars unicorn fartin.

Okay not really but that would’ve been so freakin awesome right?

He ….. I don’t know. All I keep thinking about is the scene from “The Fan” where Robert DeNiro is all spooky and scary and threatens Wesley Snipes…..and now that I think about it – that’s like the entire movie.

But then that could totally happen to me. Stop laughing. It totally could. Totally. I mean I already have two stalkers. Granted they are both under four feet and I made them – but still.

Y’all know how awesome I am.

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