1. Playing shortstop in a fastpitch game on a 70 degree Saturday in June.
2. Eating a giant brisket and sausage sandwich and washing it down with a monstrously huge coke.
3. Walking in the woods with Morgan--his legs restored to perfection.
Instead, I'm grading. Nothing that horrible about grading. It's just not as much fun as the above, or about three hundred other things I could list if I didn't need be grading.
1 comment:
Response to number 1: Softball season can't come soon enough. Who cares if it's cold? The fields are bare, so let's play.
Response to number 2: I've never tried that before, and it sounds good.
Response to number 3: A sigh, smile, and misty eyes. (I love your dog, although I haven't met him.)
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