So I bring you a precious farraginous moment from my life.
The other day my dad said "You know, I think you and Tim Lincecum would make cute kids."
You know what, Dad? I agree.
Parents are so cute. They get the wackiest ideas sometimes. For example, a friend's mom was kind of legitimately convinced that she would marry Kyle Korver. It wasn't the most far-fetched idea, since at least this girl and Kyle Korver were residents of the same city at the time. And they had oddly, shall we say, coinciding careers, and therefore meeting Kyle Korver was not exactly out of the realm of possibility.
(For a cute basketball player, I'm somewhat surprised that this is the best picture of Kyle Korver I could find.)
And another f-word: following.*
I just want to say, first, yay for new friends! Second, I have every intention of visiting your blogs and making nice comments as well, it's just been a bit cray-cray lately. Third, if you have left a nice comment, know that I either went awwwwww or chuckled (depending on the context), even if I didn't respond. I struggle.
* Is it embarrassing that I care so much that I suddenly have a bunch more readers?
Song I listen to when I'm happy: "Show Me What I'm Looking For," Carolina Liar. (Is that basically their only song, PS?)
Song I listen to when I'm sad: "Thunderstruck," AC/DC