Killer mosquitos and softball

Why the hell are there still mosquitos alive in December? How the hell do they live? I come home and they are hovering outside my door waiting for that oh so yummy and rare Am-Mex blood. Friggin' bastards. After and only after doing my kung-fu mosquito chops can I enter my house. I used to say that all mosquitos (just like all the men I meet) in Japan are sukebe- dirty and skeezy, because I would only have bites in very unusual places that I had no idea I'd left vulnerable. These winter mosquitos are a bit slower tho'. Thank goodness for that.

So, my day at work was extremely productive. Nothing like messing around on the internet all morning, grading 4 tests and playing softball the rest of the afternoon. Ah Japan. These are the kind of days I don't mind at work. I also love the fact that just because I'm American makes me a hot commodity team wise. I unfortunately got on the administrative team because me and the assistant principal have a budding relationship due to the yoga club and her recent addition. We had a team consisting of the ladies who serve tea and do the gardening and the people who sit in the office doing paperwork all day. We improved the second game, innings still went by in a flash. All and all it was a good day.