Like most of us here, I am an over extended thirty something.  Part of my over-exertion is my need to continue to participate in competitive sports that I am far too old and far too angry to be playing.  Recently I started a new job, working my ass off to get “where I want to be”.   The new job is a wonderful move for me and for my future.  However, part of that new wonderful job, is working real hours, you know, 8 to 6 without a lunch break.  Today, after working those real hours, I was needed for a sporting event.  We will call this sporting event, softball.  I am a fairly important player on a co-ed team.   This “team” includes my husband, sister-in-law (SIL) and SIL’s husband, among other friends.  For the most part, the entire team includes a bunch of jackasses reliving a college /high school dream that didn’t come true.

At one point tonight, I said I wanted to celebrate our losses with a cupcake everyday for the next week.  My SIL, who was a good friend, before she became my sister-in-law, commented that cupcakes are a lot of calories that I shouldn’t be eating, because I really couldn’t afford to get any larger.  For reference, I am 5’7″ and 145 pounds.   She is probably 5-10 lighter.  It was a shitty snide comment that was inappropriate on so many levels.  And really truly pisses me off.

Shortly after this lovely interaction with my dear friend, her husband decided to teach another player how to “shot gun” a beer.  As you might assume, my first reaction was WTF who doesn’t know how to shot gun a beer?  But anyway, as I  was trying to clean up and pack up bats, balls and mitts, these two lovely gentlemen were attempting to shot gun their beers and kept sloshing beer on me.   When I asked them to move, it was more shitty comments about how I knew what they were doing and I could have moved before they started.

I should have just hit them with the bat. . . all of them, every single one.