My grandson plays t-ball. It's so exciting to watch the kids. They've progressed, learned so much, all the while letting their attention wander, turning their backs on the balls and often swinging at air. My favorite is when three or four of them dive for a hit ball all at the same time. They forget they're on the same team, and it's every man for himself.
Curses on Little League concession stands. For $1 you can indulge yourself in a HUGE container of freshly deep fried, salty french fries. I've taken the plunge several times. Not every game, mind you. Last game, I actually struggled to get through them all. After all, I was raised not to leave food on my plate. Just to keep it honest, this time I looked up the Weight Watcher points online for fast food fries. A medium-sized container is 10 WW points! Large container is 15. Omigosh, I won't do that again. Ten points is over a third of my daily allowance. What was I thinking?
Friday, May 29, 2009
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