VBS is over and it went well. I'll be going to help out with lazor tag tomorrow. Baseball game yesterday. Roy O's ball fell about five feet from me but I decided launching myself across a few people wasn't polite and stayed put. And I made a huge fuss about getting to the game on time to have my ball signed and Morgan wasn't even playing. None of the other people even signed. I had a dream last night that I was at the game and asked one of the players to sign my ball. I think it must have been Mike Lamb or Chris Burke but I called him by the wrong name and was ashamed of myself. I seem eternally cursed to never getting a ball. I'm always late to the game and when I am there on time they're not signing and my favorite player isn't playing. My only consolation was that Kat snapped some great close up photos of a couple of my favorite men. And then what happens? I find out the computer won't take the digital photo driver anymore. :( I am cursed. Well, I'll take out all my aggression tomorrow by lazoring folks. Enter Commander Zorf, exit worries.