So I completed my recently burgeoning (according to my brother) image as a soccer mom by, in fact, spending the day carting said brother to and from soccer games. Ah, yes. I only beg that you will not be too jealous of me as you picture me in my family's SUV, racing across town as my brother pulls on his shin guards in the seat next to me. Or me, hauling a lawn chair and a forty pound cooler full of team drinks across an expansive feild in the middle of some fine 100 degree weather. Or me, yelling trite little soccer things like, "Good hustle! Good hustle!" and "Way to keep the pressure on, guys! Yeah!" Or me, repeating the process a few hours later for his second game.

:::sigh:::

In other news...I'm still...pissed off at the world.


:::sigh:::

Yeah...