– Trying to keep people from telling me what is happening on Game on Thrones is getting difficult. I may have to quit all social media until I get caught up. Also, it only took me three episodes to hate Joffrey with all my being. Now it’s beyond human emotion.
– I slid last night in softball, ripping a lovely strawberry the length of my shin. Everything in me said not to, but the subliminal brainwashing from nine years of baseball took over. Why can’t something cool, like assassin training be buried in my brain instead? Martial arts? Nope, my pants stick to my half bleeding leg. Thanks, coaches.
– I used to complain about paying condo fees before I moved into a house. I remember when my biggest decision on projects around the house was whether to take the trash out or run the sweeper. $100 bucks a month goes a long way when you’re being eaten by mosquitoes doing yard work. If anyone needs B- blood, just look for a morbidly obese flock of those bastards in Columbus.