Rainout minus the rain

So after we got home from the ballgame last night and N was sufficiently clean, he came and crawled onto my bed for a back scratch and some Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.  I'm pretty sure our arrangement was a back scratch and then he'd head to his own bed for sleepytime, but he didn't even last 5 minutes before he was sawing logs.

And then he slept until 11:30, totally blowing the plans I'd made for the day, but that's okay because he obviously needed his sleep.  And I needed that time to think about reading the assignment that I knew I wasn't going to read until it was due on Sunday.

So we hung out and relaxed for the majority of the day, and then I told him to get dressed for baseball.  Hello, attitude!  He's still adamantly opposed to this team, despite the opportunity for him to be a leader and an example.  And he hates the Dodgers.  And Dodger blue.  And white baseball pants.  And the hat.  Lord help us on the hat...

My guilt trip about the pictures from last night worked because as he walked out onto the porch and noticed the overcast skies, he said (rather grumpily) "I hope it rains every single weekend."  Then he looked at me and I know for a fact my eyes were dancing because he said, "NOOOOOOOOOO!" with a huge grin on his face because he knew what I was thinking.

Selfie!

I apologize for the horrid selfie.  It was so dark we tried to use the flash and then that was worse and then N tried to impose a 3 strikes you're out limit on selfie taking.  He doesn't know who he's messing with, apparently.  So I tried to lighten it up with all the tools on my picture taker software stuff on my phone.

Bottom line?  I am not a photographer.

I am not a fair-weather fan.  I love the Rangers (and I'm devastated about Ron Washington, although I have a sneaking suspicion I might become an Astros fan in the near future...which still counts as loyal because, hello?!  Texas!), but I also love to embarrass my child by wearing the same team he's wearing each season.  I tell my baseball mom girlfriends that they're welcome to shop in my closet if they need a Marlins (old school), Giants, Rangers (times a lot), Iron Birds, Cardinals, Red Sox, Astros, or Dodgers shirt to represent.  I may or may not have one for each team (major and minor) by the time this is over.

I might be exaggerating.  Anyway, we got to the fields and everyone was milling around instead of playing because the games before us had been called due to lightning.  The umps said, "We're out" and then the lightning alert thingy signaled an all clear so we could resume play, but the umps refused and left speedy-quick because they just don't get paid enough to want to stay, and I don't want to listen to a cranky ump although they can be hilarious.

So N and I went home and changed out of our *ew* Dodgers gear and celebrated the first rainout (even though it never rained or thundered or lightninged after that) with a trip to TGIFriday's because I had a gift card. That I couldn't find when it was time to pay.

Because I'm awesome.

Aubs