a few words that, when formed into a sentence, make up a phrase that has not been said around my house in a long time. a very long time.
"This thing is entirely too hard and way too stiff for me to deal with!"
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Which is exactly what someone like me would say when someone like me digs out her brand new, non-oiled, completely inflexible, baseball glove today for the first time in more than nine months.
It should be noted, though, that at no time did anyone say "Let's play ball(s)!"
However, it might be worth mentioning that the glove? It was way to big for me. Way too big.
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(This is truly what I come back at you with after more than two weeks away, so...thank you? I'm sorry?)
Labels: put me in coach...or at least the cheapest seats you have
posted by for a different kind of girl @ 7:14 PM
16 Comments:
I thought you we discussing the dough for the Irish soda bread I made today.
Or not.
It just needs a little oil, then you work it back and forth for a while and it'll be soft in no time.
Are we still discussing the glove BPDad?
hehehe
Dont be so hard on yourself gal...you can say whatever you want whenever you are here :)
I do not picture you as a softball player.
Softball? Doubt it. I see you playing hardball with the big boys and kicking butt while you do.
Batter up! (That was for the Uncool one.)
I'm just thankful it's warm enough that you can actually break out your mit!
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Sorry you had to go play with something that was too stiff, too hard & too big. Had to be a difficult dealing with it all. Heh-heh.
Try this Dang it!
(promise, I'll only screw it up twice, max)
It may be time to break out the fungo.
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(I have no idea what that's supposed to mean, at least in the metaphorical sense, but any time you have an opportunity to say "fungo" you can't afford to pass it up.)
Why thank you! Always a pleasure, FADKOG! Feel free to discuss stiff or floppy things with me any day. That sounded creepy, but oh well.
I'll spare you the ball jokes then...
here's hoping your drought ends...my drought creator is making a much needed effort in that area, thank the Higher Power--hey, we might be broke, but I'ma cheap date!
plus I get to take Lynda to her softball practice tomorrow night~her coach has that fabulous inverted triangle thing going on with the broad shoulders veeing down to the high, tight butt...not that I've noticed, or anything (remember, we are in committed relationships, not DEAD!!!)
The odd thing is, you rub it and it gets softer...
I'm sorry, I just had to go there.
Been awhile since we had a good Double-E post around here. . .
Better wrap that bad boy up in a nice, well-lubricated envelope. . . Do you need me to explain the ins and outs of the process?
Yeah, I know - I'm gonna do time in Purgatory for that one. . .
Hilarious! Baseball glove was NOT the first thing that came to my mind. ;)
That's it; you're never allowed to meet my husband. He would take one look deep into your double entendres and be lost to me forever. Not that I could blame him, but...
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