raptor game.

There is a reason that baseball is America's sport and not soccer.

It was Autoliv night at the Raptor game and Dewy's dad offered us some tickets. Being the entertainment junkies as long as its free that we are, we took them. The game was fun, the Raptors killed the other team, and I got something that no summer would be complete without. A hotdog. Oh my heavenly goodness. I could eat hotdogs for every meal. Dewy is repelled by hotdogs and has a hard time even watching someone eat them, so the only place I can actually have one is at the ball park. yum. We took this picture before I had my hotdog, so I was sure Dewy would get close enough to me to even take a picture.

We had a fun night, and even sat in front of some of my girls from when I was an EFY counselor. I remembered their names after we left the game, but during I couldn't think of them to save my life so I didn't dare say anything. My heart sank as I heard them swearing like sailors. I could appreciate a well placed curse word or two, but man these girls were bad. Dewy harrassed me and said I must not have done my job very well. Jerk. Does anyone else love the fact that the temple is the background for that picture at the top? Oh and by the way... that mark on my neck is a scar. Not a hickie. A scar.