Let the vacation begin!! Happy 5768!

It’s 11:54 as I begin writing this. It’s been a hectic night packing and getting ready for our vacation. “Do I have everything? What am I missing?” I keep asking myself. Back and forth I went to the suitcase all night, stuffing it until I could barely get it zipped. I think I’m all packed now except for my computer, but my husband is still busily traversing floors and there’s a lot of zipping noises coming from the bedroom.

Let me start by apologizing to my mother-in-law for the following small diatribe about the Orioles…

I managed to watch a few innings of the game tonight in between packing - one of the benefits of a DVR. My husband happened into the living room just as Trembley was throwing down with the ump and rewound for me to the beginning of Tejada’s triple. So, happily I got to see some Orioles runs score. The DVR cut off at the end of the seventh, so too bad I missed the rest of the game, including the SEVEN additional runs scored against our UTTERLY WORTHLESS LOSER team, for a final score of 18-6. Yes, 18-6.

This isn’t football. Those are 18 individual points. Poor Trembley. No wonder he’s showing some Earl-like tendencies. Even my husband yelled at the TV a little tonight and then he laughed heartily, as he always does at the Orioles, because it’s the only healthy response, and he’s able to keep the perspective I’m incapable of.

I imagine the PTSD is getting pretty severe with the players by now, their minds replaying an endless loop of hopelessness. At least when they test positive for Xanax and Prozac, no one will accuse them of doping for performance enhancement. In fact, I think we might be on to why they seem to be unable to complete a sprint to make an out and seem to be in such a state of numb apathy. If they aren’t on anti-depressants, don’t you think we’d have seen a least a couple of all out breakdowns by now? Uncontrollable, inconsolable sobbing, hugging their knees at second base. The fact that I haven’t once seen anyone rocking in the dugout proves that the whole team must be severly medicated.

Okay, end of the diatribe.

I’m really excited about vacation now. I didn’t work much today, or more accurately, at all. I mean, I “worked from home” this afternoon, which included baking chocolate chip cookies for my friend who is taking care of the house and our sweet kitty while we’re gone. It was a good day all around. My husband took a certification class and passed with flying colors. My contract was renewed with the client so I may still have a job when we get back from vacation.

Tomorrow we’ll be flying, theoretically, if USAIR (dirty, no good bastards) decides to let us onto the plane. We plan to be at the airport at 6:45 a.m. and even though we’re close to the airport that means that the day is going to start pretty rough for two people who can count on one hand the number of times they’ve seen the sun rise in forty years. I will start updating the website with pictures as soon as we have Internet access.

Until then, Happy 5768!! (Only two more days to check the 35-39 box)

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