On Friday night my kids and my nephew Jason and his fiancee Jamie went to see the Giants play the Dodgers. The Giants got whipped, BUT it was Willie Mays' 75th birthday and so there was a cool ceremony with a lot of old famous baseball players there like Reggie Jackson, Willie McCovey and Orlando Cepeda. AND they were giving out Playstation wigs, so it doesn't get much better than that. Except if the Giants had stomped on those stinky old Dodgers. (That website belongs to Jason.)
In other news, we are babysitting a kitten! His name is Cracker, and not because he's white, even though he is. My niece Kristina rescued him by paying ten bucks to a guy that was about to shove a firecracker in the kitty's butt and light it. Isn't that awful? Anyway, we are glad to be watching him until Wednesday. He is very small and cute, but he has fleas, so last night I bought a flea comb and went to work on him. The flea count is 50 so far and we can still see more on him.
It's hard to get a good picture of him, he is always jumping around. This one was last night, he fell asleep during the first flea session. You can't really tell his size, but he is about as long as my hand. Darling!
Happy Mother's Day you muthas!