So I sell my tickets to the Red Sox game tonight because I have too much wedding stuff to get done before the big day on Saturday. I've had nothing but bad luck in terms of attending good Sox games that they win in, and the weather looked less than stellar anyways. Well guess what? The weather cleared up, an amazing pitchers duel, and the Sox walk off in the ninth. What the hell...
On another note, I was one foot out the door to work this morning when my 16 month old son starts calling :"dad, dad, dad." I look back and I say "yeah what's up?" The kid hands me my cell phone. I swear to god I was speechless. Not only would that have been the ultimate pain in the ass to have to go back and get my phone, putting off my work schedule all day, but the kid shows some big-time awareness. 16 months old people. Safe to say he is more than a little bit smarter than his father. If only the kid knew how to sleep now...
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