On Saturday, the neighborhood came together for a block party. We had great weather and the kids played well into the night. Everyone had a good time.
Well, everyone but me as I was constantly running inside to catch some of the second game of the Red Sox's three-game sweep of the Yankees. So I spent most of the time in a lawn chair, muttering obscenities, and drinking Diet Coke from a plastic cup.
At one point, the three-year-old daughter of one of my neighbors came up to me.
"Is there any alcohol in your drink?" she asked. I giggled.
"No, honey. Why?"
"Can I have a sip?"
I gave her a sip as my eyes met the eyes of her mother, whose face was blood red.
And it wasn't sunburn.
I giggled even more.
Song of the day: Goodbye Earl by Me First And The Gimme Gimmes
Sponges That Speak
