Last night I went to a real live baseball game! Having been a Yankees fan for basically my whole life (I know what you're thinkign - 'A rabid Yankees fan in South Florida? Whattup with that, yo?' but let's just say that I was raised to it), going to a game is always the highlight of any summer I'm lucky enough to go. It's really the only sport that I follow, not being a huge football/hockey/cricket/rugby/soccer/pol
My six year old cousin who was also is, apparently, a big fan of Andrew Jackson -- you know, the one who did the whole pet banks thing and gave smallpox blankets to the Native Americans? I"m still trying to figure that one out myself.
God. I don't want to go to work. *bangs head against desk* But to tide me over I have much coffee. *clings like addict, while sitting in comfy, comfy Ikea chair and then giggling over the chair's origin*
