My hot date (a.k.a Sister Day) (no, my hot date was not with my sister)

Last week, after years of waiting and much anticipation, I had a date with my boyfriend. We went out for breakfast. It was very romantic. What with his wife, my sister, Jesse Crain, and about 125 other people there.

When I heard about a pancake breakfast fundraiser for Cheerful Givers (an organization that gives birthday presents to underprivileged children) that Michael Cuddyer and Jesse Crain were involved with, I wanted to go. Then Hobbitsister emailed me saying we should go. Clearly it was a sign. So we decided it would be our sister bonding event of the year. We would  be sisters for a cause.

It was fun. It was nice to hear what the organization does. (By the way - next time you go to the grocery store, buy a birthday cake mix/frosting for the food shelf. Parents can't always find those things there, and I think that while the child would be disappointed to not get a birthday cake, the parents would be heart-broken to not be able to provide it.) There also was a question and answer session. I didn't think it quite appropriate to ask either "Boxers or briefs?" or "Can you hook me up with one of your single teammates?", so I didn't ask anything, but my darling Cuddy was enchanting, and Crain said he wants to hit A.J. every time he comes up to bat against him, which, in case I didn't love Crain before that (which I did), would make me love him forever after.

But, most excitedly, as I (we, I mean - this was sister bonding time after all) sat there at the beginning waiting for the whole thing to start, Cuddy walked in, walked past my (I mean our, of course) table, and said 'Hey. How y'all doin'?' My boyfriend said hi to me. We had a moment. Like I said, it was very romantic. (And again, as romantic as it can be when his wife is with him.)

The whole thing was a happy experience. (Oh. And I love my sister.)