Yankees in my Mailbox

I had Yankees in my mailbox yesterday. Yes they ALL fit in there; granted it's small but I'm venturing that they are really quite multitalented. ;c) Okay okay...I'll be honest, they were pictures of my Bronx Bombers. My mom and dad went to a Yankees game last weekend and per Stef and my request, came back with various pictures of stretching/playing the game/and more stretching. Stef and I went through the pics last night as well, and she's quite disturbed that we can't determine whose ass is in the air on picture #18. I honestly wasn't that concerned and since I can't say I know them (loverly bottoms, that is), I couldn't help her out there.

Little Debbie oatmeal creme pies are smaller than they used to be. Don't worry, I'll fight back...I'll just have two.

Halloween is coming up soon and I CANT WAIT. No, I don't have some fabulous costume or a rockin party to go to. I'm gonna sit my ass on my really really nice couch (always available for therapy, Cynthia) and when kids come a pounding on my door I'm gonna give them their required dose of sugah. I'm starting to plan what kind of candy to give out--seriously I'm hard core and now that I've got a place of my own I need some trick-or-treat strategery. Operation Sugah will definetly include twizzlers. More additions to come.... And then I remember I'm in Miami and since all people here are, cooperatively speaking, the Devil, they've probably done away will Halloween or anything remotely normal, and just to spite me, lead me to believe I'll have lots of trick-or-treaters so I buy a shitload of candy and then I'll have to eat it all by myself. Sigh.

Anyways...Yankees play again tomorrow night. Heather...no curses or hexes or evil witch dances in your backyard. They must win.

Quote of the day: "All season long, Rodriguez has waited for this moment, as much as the city has waited on him. Silly him. Silly us. Everyone should have known that on this team, in this town, such memories can be made only in October."