Anyways, I cannot WAIT to get on the softball field in about an hour. Yes, I'm aware that really I'm just a big klutz...and when I run my arms and legs flail around like overcooked spaghetti, but whatever. It's fun.
Then, it's Goose Island with K and B (and maybe J???) for a drink or two and off to iO for a 10:30pm show.
I'll be clad in cheerleading shorts, knee socks, and my team shirt. Ridiculous.
Also, it troubles me when a product that's supposed to be ice cream, can't legally be called "ice cream"...
...yikes....right?
