because it's organic.
J thought he'd be funny.
Thought he'd strike out my mojo.
It's gonna take a lot more than that, dude.
J and Tammy came over Sunday for a double-hitter. We played two full games of that marathon-game-which-we-don't-have-a-name-for.
I think it's time we just make up our own name.
We had 5 pizzas, two different dips, garlic bread, chips, a double batch of brownies, and a pink cake that tasted awesome and looked exactly like it was coated with Pepto Bismol.
I gained 10 pounds, and won both games.
I rock.
*edited to add: He came back Wednesday night between plowing the roads, for dinner. And kicked my butt. Badly. Ouch.
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