Lifelines

This was the WORST weathered fall soccer season that I can remember.
It was colder than average and it rained A LOT.
I was starting to feel like Mother Nature had a copy of my game schedule, Chas’ travel one in particular, and planned her most cruddiest days accordingly.
What I ever did to her, I don’t know, but I’d like NEVER to do it again.

On this day, we were lucky enough to not have game over-laps (it happened only about four times the whole season) and Charlie was able to join us out in Newark.
This worked beautifully because he was able to stand on the sidelines in support of Chas while I nearly lost my damn mind locked in the car with the Littles.

We had fun but an hour is a long, long, LONG time to wing it, fun-wise :)
But…here’s what one blustery, cold, early October game day looked like from the inside of my traveling Crazy Wagon:

We shared the front-seat.
YAY.

We snack rummaged. And rummaged.

We went a little bananas.

We called OnStar.

We vamped it up.

We read sheet music. (???)

And enjoyed it immensely.

We grew to hate our clothing. (That’s an Ed Hardy, PUNK!)

We abused our freedom.

We said “cheese.”

We ransacked the car. RANSACKED it.
It looked like we’d been robbed when he was through!

We found what we wanted and finally gave OnStar and the lights and the radio and the automatic windows and the seat controls and the heat controls and the “beep beep” horn AND MOMMY a rest.

WHEW!

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