Take me out to the Ball Game...

...And hook my genitals up to a car battery. Seriously, we went to a minor league game last night, my husband and my mom and dad and me. It was beautiful weather, nice night and all that. We had great seats, really close to home plate and 3 jackasses directly behind us. Now none of us are too straight laced and I, when out in public, try to have a modicum of respect for those around me. Not these guys. The words shit and fuck were just about the only words they knew. We hung in there for a little while but when one of them started regaling his friends about the time he hooked up a car battery to his genitals my mom stood up and said, "That's it." And we left.

We have a little dinner party we are attending tonight which should be fun. Surprisingly my stress level about the baby stuff is pretty low right now. I am just having a fun time imaging the possibilities. My in-laws are coming at the end of the month so it would be fun to have big news for them but we see them enough that I am sure the timing will be okay no matter when it happens.