Another reason for the lack of time is that I'm coaching a 7th and 8th grade lacrosse team with Mark (Henry's dad). So I'm spending more time outdoors and away from the computer.
We had our first win this past weekend. One of the kid's dads has been taking pictures at the game, but for some reason the lens hasn't really found its way to Mark or me yet.
Halftime is about orange slices and ripping into them for all the things that went wrong, right? Mark and I have perfected the arms-crossed "I'm not pleased" look (even though we were because they played a near flawless first quarter.)
We promised them if they won the game, we could all go to the Animal Shelter afterwards and pick out a puppy.
