Like an industrial size Hoover.

If you would have told me this year's ALCS would have featured the Sox coming from three games behind, an opportunity to watch the Stankees...I mean Yankees self-destruct or A-rod swat at a glove like a little girl I would have thought you had lost your freaking mind. But then again, it is the American League and well, I tend to get a little excited about baseball toward the end of the season and the possibility is out there for the Yankees to get knocked down a peg. Right now it's 8-1 Sox in the 7th. Oh to be in Beantown at this very moment. Rob and Juney I'm very jealous! You two better be out somewhere drinking and enjoying this moment, especially since it may be, oh NEVER that us Orioles fans will see something like this.

My extracurricular activities from the weekend are causing me to come down with my first cold of the season. Totally worth it though. It's always nice to get kisses and be snuggled, especially when it comes from an unexpected source. Sigh. Considering there isn't much else going on for me I guess I'll have to take what I can get. Not sure if the activities will continue as during the course of the evening, somewhere around 5:30 a.m. as we were both drifting off to sleep he mentioned he isn't looking for a girlfriend right now. That's fine with me. I'm not exactly looking over hill and dale for a boyfriend. Still, it's nice to have your bed warmed every now and then. Haven't actually talked to him since Saturday night/Sunday morning either. Not so sure how that's going to go if we end up working a shift together this weekend.

Ack, how do I get myself into these situations? I'll tell you how, that little voice in the back of my head that keeps saying, you know, you really shouldn't do this, you'll regret this later is told to shut the hell up and pipe down while I do what I need to do to make me happy. Guh.

Maybe time to make a red phone call to Shrewsbury and set up some much needed girl talk time/beer consumption with my former partner in crime from the old job.