I got stung by a bee yesterday. You know, I've never been stung by a bee before.
It was at the first of a series of three baseball games I was to watch that night. (Thankfully I didn't have to watch all of them from beginning to end.) I was sitting on the grass, and my dad said, "Okay, let's go." So I put my hand on the ground to push myself up, right on top of a friggin bee. I said "ow" and thought it was a stick or something but then the bee was buzzing at me all pissed off and flew away. It was fuzzy. But it also hurt.
At least I know I'm not allergic to bees.

Mr. R: That's the community garden.
Dad: So is that guy using the community hose?
Mr. R: No, I think that's his wife.

The third and final baseball game was Emmett's...I had fun with my camera and took pictures of him playing baseball. I'm not sure if his team won or not, because we left after he finished pitching. We went out for Chinese food and took his brother Tim. Emmett came later and confused the waiter by not being sure whether or not he was staying.

Tim: Doesn't get much better than beef on a stick.

Emmett: So this is a sea walnut?
Joe: ...Water chestnut.

My fortune cookie fortune:
"Romance moves you in a new direction."