We are the Something Somethings

I woke up this morning with a fresh cup of coffee next to the bed. If anyone ever hears me bitch about my wife on this blog, feel free to shoot me. I’ve worked pretty much every Saturday since right before Alex was born – and for almost as long I’ve been greeted with a fresh cup of coffee right out of bed.

Kim, Alex and I piled into the dopey Ford Focus and went to see the World Series trophy today. You could still smell the Miller Lite, see the champagne stains (I hope it was champagne) and where Freddie Garcia put out his cigar. The Sox promotions people were really well organized and polite. They volunteered to take the pictures for us, asked how many we wanted – got the whole family, individual shots of each family member w/ the trophy – and a picture of just the trophy. They even took our coats for us. We never got them back…