Not with cyanide, or a Stevie Nicks outfit... No "Laced" as in those orange stitches on the ball (that is not soft), smashing your jaw, from a grounder hit by a strong young man to second, (my position) and I thought I would be cool and catch it with my face, Laced!!!
Now they are permanently stamped on my cheek.
Some of this Lingo crap is for the birds. You have to learn the hard way...
But now it is proven I am a Bad Ass, or at least I was called one.
Is that a compliment?
(Can I say that?)
It is not so bad MOM, I promise. Although my sweet compound neighbors told me it looked like I have had a small stroke! Gee I can't wait til the next game!!!
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The Longhorns are going to want their shirt back when they hear about your "skills"!
awww....a kiss will make it better.
I'm sorry, but I did laugh out loud when I saw that picture.. Someday maybe you'll look back and have fond memories of being laced. ha
Staci
you tell Kristi to quit laughing - that is not funny (or is it?) xo deb
I laughed out loud also at that picture. If only your friend could not have been laughing so hard. That was the best part. Allison
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