My friend Sarah is trying to make the LPGA tour, and she was in this funny segment with Atlanta Braves pitcher John Smoltz. I got a kick out of it.

Last night I went out with the boys to Croxley’s ale house, where we had spicy wings, regular wings, BBQ wings, irish nachos, and Brooklyn Lager. It must have affected my mojo, because I had about a six hour long dream in which I was a ninja hiding on the streets, running around in the shadows protecting people. I wonder if they put testosterone in buffalo sauce.

Pirate graduates from puppy school tonight. Jill arrives from Belgium in the morning. This will be a good 24 hours. Yes.