Time: 7:51 in the a.m.
State of wakefullness: glasses off and contacts in, but still in p.j.'s
Number of times I've changed avatar's clothes since waking up: 4
Number of times I've had Cream of Wheat this week, including today: 5
Today is the day of blessed matrimony of Erin and Scurvis Leipold, and on this very special day, I have written for you an original piece of poetry. Inspired almost entirely by my avatar's outfit.
Baseball Love Poem in Honor of Your Anniversary
Oh, love
Your love is like a line drive to first base
When all the other guys were just
Out in left field
It's okay if you're just a short
stop
you know I love you.
Before you came along I was just running
the bases
(it's true, I had a lot of
homeruns)
But they meant nothing till you
bundted into my life, stole first base and my
heart.
Sent me a curveball of love.
Now you can't keep your mitt off of me.
Oh, and
It's just the beginning of the inning
baby
we got a lot of strikes to go
till we're
out.
Snaps, yo, snaps
Thursday, September 29, 2005
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4 comments:
Ha! What do you mean, you don't like my poem? Avatar is dressed up for your day of love, Erin. Love love love love love. Did you like the part where I said you had a lot of 'homeruns'? hmm...
I'm kind of wondering about the homerun analogy myself. By the way, your mom and I love baseball! We go for the Grand Slams!
Let's talk about how that was so unenecessary.
I think that it's time for you all to get your minds out of the gutter. Just because your mother and I are baseball fans, doesn't mean that there is some deeper sleasy meaning to what we like. I hope that you've learned a lesson. Oh, by the way, we like doubleheaders also.
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