Every year I'm tempted to look ahead and see how the season ended up, but I'm glad I haven't given in.
I really enjoy allowing the season to unfold day by day.
I find myself getting anxious as June 6 approaches, I've only recently realized how close we're getting.
I've listened to the radio broadcasts from the day, anxious to see how it played out in the papers.
At this time yesterday they were saying 8-12 inches here, this morning it was 1-3 inches, and just rain so far.
I wish I could be wrong as often as the weatherman and still keep my job.
I have a lot of vintage ornaments that I inherited from my grandparents, but my favorite is the 1940's Lionel train that encircles the base of the tree every year.
The pitch clock has saved baseball. It's a shame it became necessary, but when I find myself flipping channels between pitches, clearly there's a problem.
Just out of curiosity Lizzie, any validity to the "forestalling fatigue and supporting muscles" claims?
Seems to me after 8 hours of being squeezed into shape by one of those things you'd be ready to snap!
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