As much as I enjoy the fact that she is here to watch games with me, let me tell you, she doesn't really let me. I'll be sitting watching the game, in either room, because I'm a freak and all my TVs are tuned in to the game, she'll scream and fus and darn it, maybe even take a dump in the middle of a good inning. Please hold your poo in til commercials, Maya. Thanks. Oh and I know it's past your bedtime, but I'm busy. Your momma needs to see Wilson close it out and make his cross sign at the end. Oh yeah, and if I take you to a game soon, you better not get all fussy and cranky because I'm not going home. This is your life, from here on out. Giants girl til the end, like your momma! No questions asked. Your dad has other plans, he thinks I shouldn't force baseball on you. No choice. It's not like I'm forcing you to go to church. Baseball is fun! HA. Ok, let me stop.
But on the real, there is something wrong with me if I continue to buy Maya, Giants attire like she doesn't have enough. I realized today I hadn't put on a particular shirt and she may outgrow it. So along with her flowery leggings, she's got on a bright orange shirt. It may not match, but I don't give a care in the world. She's my giants girl and she's ready for tonight's game against the Dodgers.
Omg, there is silence in the next room. Someone fell asleep. Maybe it's a good time to sleep, eat, take a dump, and put some clothes to wash. Toodles everyone!
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