The Slump

It's soccer time again y'all and I love it. What befuddles me a bit is the now four game slump that my little gals find themselves in. How can these nine year old prodigies be so flat after four games? We're amidst a hat trick of ties and posses one squeaky victory.

I don't generally wear sportcoats to soccer games but it was c-o-l-d...ish and windy. I was more than glad to find my old Polo windowpane swathing in my Porsche. Plus...my effort to cover my carcass in whatever was available in my Ferrari netted me out as the best dressed guy at the soccer game. Do you have any idea how easy it is to be the best dressed guy at the soccer game? Sadly, do you have any idea how easy it is to be the best dressed guy in any environment? This one's for the ladies...and Maurice.

My little soccer gal standing post game, in front of my Porsche-Ferrari. Anyone want to buy it? 

I think I'll assign permanent car-trunk-boot duty to this old sportcoat. It came in handy on yet another early evening during the week after soccer practice and dinner at the award winning Cactus Cantina.

I see greatness here. I also see God's blessings manifest in a healthy, happy, easy to parent child. 

Ditto

LFG is fairly self sufficient in all things bath related these days. I miss the times when the four year old LFG would whimper during my detangling efforts while I cajoled her and gently said that "it's almost over baby and besides, women pay two hundred dollars to create curls like yours". Logic never prevails when you are torturing a curly headed little gal during detangulation. Shut up.

I'd say that the end result is worth it. Here's hoping that all of you are in the throes of a blessed weekend.

ADG and LFG