baseball brain

This may be my most unintelligible post yet.

In case you couldn't guess, my mind is in a million places. I'm scared one minute and excited the next.

They're going to sweep us. or If we win we're going to continue their curse! 

We're going to be in Chicago while the Indians are in town. While needing to be in the hotel room by 7 p.m. each night will take away from our trip, I'll be in the city to support my Tribe! And C has suggested that we go to Wrigley one night and just stand outside. To be there. Because that's probably as close to a World Series as we'll get. I was hesitant at first, but now I'm on board.

Oh my GOSH we are going to the WORLD SERIES! 

Last night Monkey and I went to my parents so she could try on her Halloween costume. But first I needed gas.  We tried on the costume, she's thrilled, and couldn't wait to see it again this morning. We left and went to DQ because C said "please bring me back some ice cream."  We ordered our two cupcakes and a chocolate extreme blizzard, I pulled ahead, and started to look for my wallet.  It was no where! I must've left it at home. So I called DQ (while in the drive-thru line) to see if they take checks.  They don't.  I canceled the order and drove home.  Once I got home I remembered that I got gas on my way to my parents and then left my car unlocked while we were inside (because I always do that) so you can guess that the next logical conclusion is that SOMEONE BROKE IN TO MY CARE IN MY PARENTS QUIET NEIGHBORHOOD AND TOOK MY WALLET! Except they didn't. It was on the floor in front of the passengers seat. C was not impressed (not because I thought my wallet was stolen, but because he didn't get ice cream).

I blame it on baseball brain.

In other news (because I wrote this earlier), you know what distracts you from your World Series worries? A sick kid. Prayers for a speedy recovery (and that no one else gets it).