What a great night for fall soccer. A little chilly sitting on the sidelines, but once I started running around...it was beautiful. The other team was short-handed, so we sent some of our players to their side and had a very friendly game. And, someone else played in goal tonight, so I actually got to touch the ball a bit. Thanks, Joe!
Driving home I passed a guy in a Mustang convertible. Top down. Okay, I like to think I'm tough too, but that was ridiculous. It's only 50 degrees outside. Maybe he was trying to catch a cold - skip the family reunion or Grandma's 85th birthday party tomorrow.
Before I left for the game, Buppa and I took the boys on a 4-wheeler ride. Have to go moo and whinny at the neighbors' livestock, ya know. Also checked out the new golden retreiver pup around the corner. Cute. Cute. Cute.
"We are NOT getting another dog," states The VP. His blood pressure is rising. I can see his veins and arteries pulsing all the way across the room. Aw heck...this is nothing. I can actually feel the old vessels throbbing across the airwaves when I mention having another baby.
No. But I like to keep him on his toes.
Not much on the agenda tomorrow for me. Perhaps some kite-flying. Or frog-catching. 4-wheeler rides. Create new road map for the Middle East. Bake cookies. We'll see.