'Tis the season of Saturday Soccer Games.
Brad and I had to divide and conquer, as Pepper and Luke's games were at the same time in different cities. Brad and Pep got caught in horrendous traffic (it took them 1 1/2 hours to travel nine miles), so they nearly missed Pepper's game. I spent those same 1 1/2 hours sitting in a camp chair in 104 degree heat watching a bunch of seven-year-olds chase a soccer ball while ants nibbled on my toes.
Good times, good times.
1 comment:
Stupid Texas traffic. When we moved here people kept telling us how awesome it is that they never have traffic around here. Apparently they never lived in Grand Blanc, where we REALLY NEVER had traffic.
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