I am as tired as I look. I went to the Twins game last night and didn’t get home until almost midnight. I honestly thought the game would never end although we had a rally in the bottom of the 9th. But the Twins lost — oh well some how I’m sure I’m responsible.
I went with my family and for some reason my brother insists on parking as far away as possible. It was about a mile away — no I’m not kidding. I felt like I was on my own death march. First off when I was leaving the stadium some woman who was pushing her husband in a wheelchair rolled over my toes. That hurt like a b*tch. Now I was still trying to recover from Wednesday heat — a migraine and asthma — and I have arthritic knees and someone just ran over my toes so obviously a mile hike through downtown Minneapolis is just what the doctor ordered.
By the time I got home I was wiped out and today I’m still wiped out. Whine, whine, whine. The good news is my nephew is growing out some facial hair and — are you ready for this — IT’S RED. He’s a redhead — I knew it.