Yep, I think ol' Bushie boy cost me an insufficient funds fee by suspending the mail by one day (don't know for sure, but I can blame Bush anyway). Asshole. I needed that check Friday...not Saturday.

Wedding on Saturday was a good time. But, what's interesting is that I either saw Ted Frank at this wedding or I saw his freakin' twin. I swear to God. Now, I wouldn't have thought twice about it, except that the groom was an NU grad, one year ahead of me, and there were plenty of NU grads there. In fact, if any of you heard of/saw the band Smarmy Kitten(?), the groom was a member and the band was there. Whatever. I did not approach TednotTed because I didn't want to be like the guy on Groundhog Day: "Phil?!?! Phil Connors?!?!?" and then be wrong. :)

I was waiting for the dude to get up to go to the bar or something, and I would conveniently head over there to force his hand. I figured, if it was him, he'd recognize me. ("How we gonna recognize him, Dr. K?") But TednotTed's date got up EVERY time and got them both drinks. That was funny in and of itself.

I'm sure it was just a damned good lookalike. He was too subdued to be Ted. But hey, who knows, right? There were a handful of other NU folks there who I recognized, or at least thought I did. But whatever...

Sunday I worked my ass off at the ballpark until 11:30pm, so it'll be a good check unless we're rained out Wednesday.

Today was a pretty lazy day. I got up at 10am planning to go to The Brook to weed the garden (again!), but it was storming. I figured rain the rest of the day, or threatening at least, so I went back to bed. Got up around noon to bright blue skies. I was disappointed. :) So I played MVP Baseball most of the rest of the day, then had KFC for dinner at Gina's and watched "The Pianist" and "K-19: Widowmaker" while she worked on report cards.

Tuesday (which it technically already is) in PFW softball, is a rematch of last year's game vs. the all-Asian (Korean, Japanese, I don't know) team called the Marine Jets. They beat us last year--here's the post, in all its glory, of June 11, 2003: "Basically, we were robbed of a potential win in softball when the ump made a completely incorrect call on a play at the plate that would have put us within two with two outs and myself and our other solid hitter coming up with two outs and a man on third. Our runner performed a perfect hook slide at home and his foot slid over the plate, but the ump had a bad position and called him out. We went nuts...we could have had at least six of us tossed (leading to two-game suspensions) even though the game was officially over. It was nuts, but warranted...he had blown 2-3 calls (depending who you ask) already. It's too bad too, because he seemed like a nice enough guy, he just didn't get good position. So we lost, 8-5 in a game that we could have won against a very fundamentally sound team of Japanese or Korean players...they yelled in their native tongue the entire game. It was interesting, to say the least."

They're still fundamentally sound, and they still yell the entire game in their native tongue. :) Christine, do you know any of those languages? Can you come and tell us if they're telling us we suck in some Asian language? :) (That's one of the coolest Seinfeld episodes: The lip reader episode.)

Ah well...off to bed soon, I think.