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Thursday, July 31, 2008

Won't you stop picking on me.

Today the Blithe Society showed their indifference towards the issue of breast cancer by hosting a mens wiffle ball tournament. The 'Athletes' came through, some by bus and some by mom's van. Clearly among the experienced, domination was the goal. The rest wondered why their sister-in-law required them to wear a pink  bracelet to the game. Regardless, there was a hill full of late 20 something pregnant women shouting upon their heroic donators. 

Sandretto didn't have a baby yet, or even one on the way. She was on the hill among the others but resigned herself to a picnic blanket with the best view of the man she once loved. She had a dog. She told it ' Not yet. ' as she chewed baby tomatoes to the tune of the puppies up turned ears. 

Water relieves itself until it becomes fluid. 

1 comment:

ryan said...

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