The title is a quote from my football playing red head after his game today. The little Wildcats lost today....and when I say lost...well....I mean they stunk it up good! We could easily say the other team was much larger, physically and in numbers, and were probably older too. But that would smack of bitterness, and well, I'm just not one to get wound up over third graders chasing a football. Still, in all fairness, #91 for the little Mavericks was a head taller than everyone else. And apparently he had a brother, and several cousins, on the team who had all been corn fed as well. Sam had to get a piece of #91 once and decided he didn't want no more after that. #44 though, that's a different story. Sam and that kid tied in throughout the whole game. Lets just say I can tell by body language when my child is talking smack. Even when I'm a good distance from the verbal exchange. The good news is that the ref didn't see Sam's "after the fact" tackle of #44. Yeah. He's still learning. Most of the game he was incredibly lost, and I'm thankful for that. Once he figures this game out, I think we're gonna have to address his red headed ways. He sang "Who Let the Dogs Out" all the way home. Hahhaa, I don't think he even cared that we lost.
It was hotter than a fat lady's arm pit out there, and my feet and legs are sunburned. Pmac had to leave the game early. The heat was just a bit much for her and several others, maybe we'll have some football weather soon.
We're headed to Outback for dinner tonight. Sam wants some steak, and we're gonna give it to him. I'm certainly not complaining. My stomach and my spine are rubbing together.
(Side note: We watched Ghost of Girlfriends Past last night (Matthew McCaughney and Jenn Garner,) and it is pretty cute. You should Netflix it if you haven't already.) Sam has a birthday party tomorrow afternoon, and I drew the short straw which means I have to take him. Joy!!~~
Better scoot..
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