Take Me Out to the Build-A-Bear

We, along with 50 other friends and acquaintances who benefitted from Megan's Ticketmaster-like talents (minus the service charge) are due to go to our first Cards game of the year tonight. Unfortunately, I'm concerned rain may spoil our fun: there's a 40% chance of precipitation forecasted for both today and tonight, and while that's less than 50/50 odds, it's in situations like this that we always and inevitably come out "winners".

The girls are pretty pumped to go, and Megan's parents are in town from Tulsa to go with us as well. We'll take the Metro in to avoid traffic and feel urban, as well as cart in all the drinks and goodies we can to avoid spending anything at the stadium (though I'm not a beer drinker, the principle of an $8.50 Bud Light is immoral, so this is our family's little personal protest).

In addition to taking in the game (or the rain - whichever we get to watch), the girls have gift certificates from the grandparents for the Build-A-Bear Workshop that they've been holding on to since Christmas and plan to redeem to "build" their very own "Cardinal Bear" (which seems more than a little confusing in terms of the scientific classification system of animals).

As you might be able to tell, I'm not all that excited about the prospect of four more stuffed anythings in the house (you'd think I'm a taxidermist with as many stuffed animals as we have around here). But, at least they'll be enduring symbols of the little ladies' pre-pubescent loyalty to the home team (or that's what they'll tell me when we're standing in line for half-an-hour missing the one inning in which the Cardinals actually score a few runs...).