Thursday, July 26, 2007
Last night my husbands office played against the Nanaimo office in a game of slow-pitch. We lost 9-5 but had fun playing. I haven't played in two years, so I was happy I could still hit the ball. Darn the short stop for catching my hits. Poor Everett took a wee tumble down the bleachers. He was at the very top and fell down and hit his poor face on each step on the way down to the cement bottom. Here cried for a bit and was off playing again. He has a few scrapes, but is okay. He gave us quite a scare.