Dodger Blues

As I mentioned Thursday, we went to the Dodger game. The Marlins finally triumphed over us in the eleventh inning, which was a total bummer. When the game goes that long, losing really sucks.





This was Part One of our celebration of Mr. Monkey's brother's birthday. Part Two was tonight, which was dinner at a restaurant of his choice. (It was a chain and nothing new and thus not blogworthy.) Here's some of the food we had on Thursday.

Notwithstanding the disheartening loss, Thursday night was still fun. Since Brother Monkey and Torry were unavailable, our sister-in-law invited her cousin and his wife. His wife gave me the most delicious chocolate. It was definitely worth the risk of hives. (If you don't recall, I'm allergic to chocolate, but I still eat it occasionally.)


Little Monkey Niece wore a Paul Frank polo we gave her long ago. She is such a tiny little thing. It's taking forever for her to grow into all the stuff we've been giving her these past two years. Hey, what do I know about infant and toddler sizing? Everything looks incredibly small to me.

This Marlin had some odd aspirations as a child.

The cotton candy guy had quite the mustache.

The game was so long and pretty tedious. I usually do a good job of paying attention, but Thursday was really slow, so I took a million pictures of LMN to pass the time. I liked her sassy leopard lining.

This last pic pretty much encapsulates my feelings about the game.