The shit always hits the fan when Chris is out of town. Tonight T got off the bus and we ran up to the high school to pick-up some of her dance team stuff. Then we ran to get ice for her lax party. She was supposed to bring drinks, ice and cups. So we loaded up the car and headed to KJ's softball game. She couldn't find her cleats or her softball socks. They're probably still in Chris's car from her lax game Friday afternoon (which has been sitting @ the B'ham airport parking garage since Monday). So, she just wore regular sneakers. So we get to the game and T & I stay for about a half an hour before we have to leave the game and take T to her party. We're in the car for exactly 9 minutes taking T from the ballfields to the lax party at a neighborhood club house when a mom from the softball team calls to say KJ's been hit in the face. I literally throw T out at the curb, throw ice and drinks at her and rush back to the ballfield. Apparently I didn't need to worry. She got back in the game immediately, made a double play and got another girl out at first. Then she smacked the crap out of the ball her next at bat. Maybe she needs to get hit in the head more often.
2 comments:
I agree, no granola for me!!! I am glad KJ is okay, boy she is tough!!!!! No sissys in your fam!
ha, go kj!
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