It seems like the only posts I write here anymore are recaps of our weekends, and, those only happen on weekends during which we actually do something. I swore I would never become one of those bloggers, yet, here I am.
In my defense, I am old and not a lot of exciting things happen in my life. Granted, not a lot of exciting things happened in my life back when I was young, but, that is neither here nor there.
Anyhoodle, our weekend, while not terribly exciting, was fun, nonetheless. The Man-Cub arrived home from Neighboring City on Friday night and informed us that he was playing in a softball tournament on Saturday. We haven't watched him play ball since the summer before last, so we were keen to attend.
Guess what happens when a mom gets out of practice in attending ball games? She neglects to pack her car with stadium seats, cool drinks, snacks, her camera, and every other thing that might make watching numerous ball games in 90+ degree heat slightly more comfortable and enjoyable.
I was incredibly disappointed in myself. We still had a good time, though! Watching the Cub and Mikey play ball was like Old Times; I even got to catch up with Mikey's mom, Miss Shelley, whom I haven't seen in ages. And, you know, it is actually possible to purchase cool drinks and snacks at the concession stand. Who knew?
The boys' won three games and lost two. I got sunburned on my shoulders. My back is still killing me from sitting on hard bleachers for hours. But, it was a fun day, and I made up for my lack of preparedness later in the evening by preparing a grilled pizza dinner that checked all the boxes, thus salvaging my Mom reputation.
Pepperoni, Margherita, and Hawaiian pizzas, grilled peaches, fresh Caprese salad, and garlic bread with ghost pepper marinara dipping sauce, eaten on the porch with Hugh, the Cub, and the Cub's girlfriend (who has been his girlfriend officially for over a year, so, probably needs a name on this here blog).
I can think of worse ways to spend a weekend.
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