I promise to get back to blogging about running…someday. In the meantime, I’m happy to report that a certain college basketball team (beloved by the members of this household) managed to climb out of their recent slump. Thank goodness. Losing four in a row would be sad. Having the fourth loss be to K-State…well, that’s extra sad, because (1) my social media would explode with extremely vocal Wildcat fans saying (some) annoying things and (2) I could actually see that happening, because the K-State team are like sharks, and KU on a history-making losing streak is blood in the water. Or a guy on a surfboard who looks like a seal. A tasty, tasty seal. It’s a scary situation. So scary.
Now, of course, my social media has exploded with extremely vocal KU fans, some of them saying things that aren’t precisely sportsmanlike. Drat. I don’t like when that happens. I prefer the Internet to be a happy place, filled with pictures of cats and funny stories and friendships with people we’ve never met in real life…not with rumors and bad manners and trash talk.
Anyway. I didn’t get to actually WATCH the game yesterday, because there’s this conspiracy where all the good games are only viewable via ESPN and you used to be able to watch them on ESPN3 through the Xbox but now you can’t even do that and I just think that’s stupid and mean and I DON’T WANT TO HAVE TO PAY FOR CABLE JUST TO WATCH A TEAM PLAY A GAME 30 MINUTES FROM MY HOUSE! Whoa. Sorry. The Internet should be a happy place…someone said that once. I think she was pretty smart…or pretty and smart…
So, instead of watching the game, we watched the Internet. Scott watched the score updates, and I watched Facebook and Twitter. Things seemed to be going well for KU. Then, LilRunr emerged from just having his bath, dressed in his footie pajamas. LOL!
Oh, right. More details needed before this can be funny. Scott couldn’t find Drake’s size 3T (3 Toddler for those without kids) winter pajamas (because I had not put the clean ones back in the dresser, which is fairly typical of my disorganized self), so he instead managed to squeeze the lad into last year’s size 24-month spring PJ’s. Lol! …still not picturing it? Ok, let me just say that a baby in footie pajamas is one of the cutest the things in the world…and that a toddler in tight-fitting, one-to-two-sizes-too-small footie pajamas is one of the funniest things in the entire world. I should have taken a picture.
HOWEVER, because the PJ’s were red and blue, and because KU was playing more like the team we watched trounce Colorado rather than the team that lost to OSU, OU, and (throws up a little just thinking about it) TCU…the hubs requested that I not change the little dude into fitting PJ’s immediately. So that we not jinx the team. Yes, we are that kind of household. And I must say…it’s only weird if it doesn’t work.
You’re welcome, KU. Now, I just need to hide the blue and red too-small PJ’s so that our poor toddler doesn’t end up having to wear them until he’s 5.