There's a ball in the eye for you

A tough game to watch tonight as the starting pitcher, Matt Clement, was hit in the eye/head with a rocket off the bat of Carl Crawford. That is one of the most painful things to watch (I'm sure it's no picnic being on the receiving end either) and we're crossing our fingers for a complete and speedy recovery.

This past weekend we:
started Friday's dinner with SoCo manhattans, followed by wine, then more wine, ending with wine (at least from what I remember) [Note to self, one bottle of wine per person is plenty]

traveled to CT to help the Righis move into their new home, which is beautiful and has more bathrooms than people

ate McDonald's twice in one day and discovered that Michelob Ultra really does taste like carbonated beer-flavored water

exercised our domesticity as we purchased two rocking chairs and a porch swing; however, we were a bit thwarted in our attempt to hang the swing due to a vinyl covering on our porch ceiling - drat domesticity

hugged Jason not once, but twice, and wished him well at his "new" "job" at the "Library"

once again, stuffed myself into a half-dozen wedding dresses in the hope of finding that perfect combination of fabric, decoration and boob management so I can get down the aisle in a bridely fashion while causing no black eyes to innocent bystanders