Archive for August, 2007

I almost always pick up the hubby’s ESPN the mag. right away. I get the mail first, so I usually read it first.

This month it snuck into the bathroom before I saw the cover.

Imagine my shock when I saw a familiar face staring back at me as I sat on the toilet.

I babysat Prince Fielder.

Ok, actually he lived down the street from some girls I babysat and he came over to play every so often. Either way, the last time I saw him he was about up to my knees. Now he’s on the cover of ESPN.

Sigh.