The ironing board fell on me last night (don't ask), but luckily I didn't have any trouble running today. On the bright side, I'll have a nice, new colorful bruise on my leg to take the place of the one I had in Florida three weeks ago. At least this one's in the back. I wish I had a graceful bone in my body. My girl Jo is just as bad. I call her Divot-Head. She tripped and fell over her dog or something and is permanently scarred right in the middle of her forehead. But then I have the big scars on my chin and shoulder and knee from my face-plant on the Green Line last summer. We're dangerous.
My kitchen sink got invaded by ants. Luckily I was able to find the bug spray. Ick. It makes me itch just thinking about it.
I can't wait to see FF. I get there about 30 minutes before he does so we'll meet at the baggage claim. I'll never hear the end of checking a bag. I usually don't, but I'll need more than shorts and swimsuits this time. He was relieved when I told him that the BoSox don't have any home games while we're there. What a curmudgeon. There's something about him that makes me want to rough him up. Wrestle him to the ground. I can't explain it. The only thing I can figure is that when I'm around him, I feel like a goofy kid. Probably because he's goofier. In fact, it's a fierce competition to see who can be smarter and funnier and sillier. I'm smiling just thinking about it.
On that note, I'm gonna call it a day. I need to get my rest so I can be in top form in Boston.
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