harmless multiple personality disorder

[sistawendy]

A.M.: I spent yesterday morning at the opening day parade for my son's tee ball leauge. Imagine Kirkland's finest blocking off several streets while 700 kids in uniform and their parents stroll all over town. Horrors, I hear you say, but what I feared would become a giant game of crack the whip turned out to be just a nice downhill walk in the sun; herding five-year-olds is much easier than herding four- or three-year-olds. There were a few cheers in which neither the Wendling nor I participated. The kids ran the bases and in the last seconds of the mercifully brief speechifying, a brilliantly timed squall blew in and rained horizontally on us. The Wendling claimed to have enjoyed himself. Y'know, Little Leauge didn't do this kind of thing in my day. I'm not sure whether that's good or bad.

P.M.: Her Nibs lied about my whereabouts to her father and took the Wendling to have dinner with him while I got gussied up in the Blue Confection as requested by randomdreams and pah-tayed at casa xmurf. rigel_p did a comfy yet fine-looking lacing job on me. (No welts today! Go figure!) I'm sorry if I've ruined her chances of being elected president. I spent a lot of time talking with the stunning, charming, and demon-free quidditas. Welcome to one of the least exclusive friends lists on LJ. Merc'd, said yeaux to peeps, and got less drunk there for a change.