Someone…I won’t say who…but someone had a pants crisis, after a lite dinner of beans, bananas, milk and some swimming. Oh yeah, and cause she was swimming and we were hustling to get Kila out for a walk to the park, she was just wearing a post-swim dress and no diaper.

Why is it every time she goes commando, there is a pants crisis, but Beckie lets her go commando, and then I take her out of the house commando? I’ll vote joint responsibility on that one.

An even more loaded question is: what is more gross – fishing through the garbage pail at the park for something to wipe ass with, or dragging your bum across the grass to wipe ass with?

The answer is neither.

never liked that fucking shirt anyway. Green is so not my color, and it was the 2nd most-worst team I’d ever been on. The first most-worst team at the time, top of the bottom third of league in Spring ’06, first time in my life I ever had a losing record in a league. I took a year off afterward cause my knee hurt – prophetic, wasn’t it?

After a few minutes playing on the slides in the park, the sprinklers came on, and G wanted to run in them. I told her she would be cold, she said “I will be wet.” I said you will be cold, she again said she would be wet. At least I had a plan for the shirt, which was implemented about 18 seconds after she got done running in the sprinklers and declaring she was cold. I was perfectly warm shirtless with it still 95 degrees at 9pm.