Tennis

It's 9 a.m. and I've already done three loads of laundry. That's what I call a productive start to the day.

Yesterday the men's tennis team totally ruined my plans for a simple mini-work week by freaking advancing to the NCAA Sweet 16. I mean why this year?? Honestly, they've only done it one other time EVER in the history of men's tennis. Oh well. Scott already committed to covering them while I was gone ... though I told him there was an 80 percent the team would lose in the second round. Oh well!

I knew as soon as I booked the trip to overlap the NCAA Championships that this increased the probability that the team would be playing in final rounds of the tournament by , oh I don't know... 300 percent or so. That's just the way things work right? The head coach should be singing my praises and offering me a raise for putting the wheels of fate into motion for them. Because if there was a way to put off the trip until after the Sweet 16, for sure, the team would have lost in the first round of the tournament. No question.

Yard Sale

Oh so the yard sale. Well, the good news is I was the highest seller. The bad news is I made just about 30 bucks. Great for me, not so great that no one made more than that. Really the only reason was one of our friends came by and bought a brand new pair of sunglasses I had, um, acquired (Ok, an ACC Football kickoff gift. Don't even start! They were men's glasses. And unless this is 1969, which I don't think it is, the ACC should be ashamed for making such blatant gender assumptions anyway.).

But of course my friend bargained and he got a good deal on them. Whatever, jerk!

Anyway, assuming his check doesn't bounce, I'm happy with that little bit of extra cash.