So it was announced yesterday that in June of 2004 we are going to aquire a second office infant. Who I hope will be as cute and good-natured as the original.
I watched my first entire serious TV-broadcasted baseball game last night. Completely voluntarily, utterly of my own accord. And it wasn't that bad, really, thanks in major part to some advice from Bethany, who watches baseball to humor her husband.
"It helps," she explained, "if you pick out one player to be your Secret Baseball Crush. Then you can just spend the game watching him."
I was unable to find a suitable crush on either the Cubs or the Marlans, due largely to the facial hair and the spitting. Which is why I've decided to root for the Yankees, as they do not participate in either of those vulgar habits.
Plus, David Deluchi is dreamy.