I've got WAY too much work to do to be posting something.
Holy shiza. I can't believe we did that. I won't keep you in suspense...but today...(Dramatic pause)...I quit fastpitch softball. I'll start at the beginning. Yesterday we had our first official slowpitch game (aka for my father's team). I went, because honestly--how can you not go to your own father's game? Not to mention, the fastpitch game was a make-up that we didn't know about until last week. So we--my older sister Devyn, a friend of mine named Ashley--went to our slowpitch game. After all, my dad needed us and we would've had to forfeit if we didn't have enough girls to play. So we sort of ditched the fastpitch game. But it was NBD, seriously. Ashley NEVER plays in a fastpitch game. She sits the bench EVERY game, yet shows up for every practice, all the time. So naturally she's going to go to the game where she gets a chance to play, and not to mention she's good at it. My sister, on the other hand, is a senior. She's paid her dues. S...
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With my senseless ramblings (diminished in size a tad, but senseless nonetheless) in tow.
And I just felt it was necessary to confess that I feel your pain.
It hurts like an arrow in the arse.
Twenty-four-seven only sounds like enough time.
Anyway, your post, since it is similar to my most recent one, deserves a standing ovation, perhaps...?
=P
Awesome blog, as always.
Keep at it!
=)