I didn't quite break the curse...

...but I did manage to temporarily foil it last night.  You see, the Mariners lose when I'm at the game.  I admit that two visits this season are hardly unequivocal evidence, but you've gotta wonder, eh?  Anyway, we were at the game last night, and whenever the Mariners needed a little boost, I left.  Not the ballpark, but my seat.  I'd run to the loo, or get something to eat, and lo! we would score or get out of a tight spot.  It even worked for the win.  In the top of the twelfth inning, I said to Nordic Boy, "If Oakland gets a run, let's just go wait it out in the bus."  He agreed.  Well, Oakland got the go-ahead run (Thanks, "Everyday Eddie".  ::grr:: ), so we wandered off.  I stopped at the loo one last time--just about when Pat Borders hit the single that began the rally.  We strolled out of the park and climbed onto the bus.  Not ten minutes later, our boys came through at got the win.

So, like I said, I didn't break the curse, but I foiled it for a night.  I think it got mad though, because when I turned on the radio to listen to today's game we were down 1-0.  When the game ended, it was 5-0.  Damn curse.

It occurs to me...

...that I've actually had a good day, so I should say so.  I met my bro downtown for lunch--World Wraps are yummy!--and then managed to buy one last push-up bra.  (That makes three that are effective to varying degrees--and in my size, finding just one is an accomplishment.  I'm insane.  I'm hooked!  Now I want the one at Bravissimo.com, but I refuse to buy a bra that I haven't tried on, and all their shops are in the UK.  ::sigh::  I take comfort in the fact that my passport is up to date.)

I also posted my latest smutfic over at DNashional Archive.  It's ENT hetsmut, if you can believe it, with O(riginal) C(haracter)s.  I'm quite pleased with it.  I hope readers are, too.