I’ve made the approach to National Airport from the north-skimming the Potomac probably a five hundred times in the last twenty years. It’s really a stunning view-the monuments and the White House and Capitol on the left-almost like you can reach out and touch them. I usually have an aisle seat and don’t pay that much attention anymore. I’m just ready to get off said plane and go home. My window view afforded me a quick snap with the iPhone on approach yesterday afternoon.
God loaded LFG with enough antics to replenish my daddy reservoir from the get go. We had a date at our usual spot after soccer practice. Cactus Cantina saw LFG reveling after a couple of tequila shots. Photo evidence herein.
We got home and LFG read to Piggy Pie Porker and SeaWeed. These two characters are her favorites but they stay with me when she’s away. She asks them about me and gets updates in her absence. She cracked me up last night when she told me that Piggy Pie had a “health problem” and need “diabeedees” pills. I asked how she knew about such a remedy and she said she saw something on television. Oy-the DTC Pharma stuff is reaching fourth graders. She declared that Piggy Pie developed this health issue from eating “too many eggs”. Pray for Piggy Pie.
Speaking of pork-I noticed a rather interesting dichotomy playing out in my refrigerator tonight. Half sours in tandem with a ham hock. Don’t tell me we aren’t eclectic over here.
LFG replete in Sponge Bob pajamas passed out in no time last night and I was right behind her. I would live under a rock before I would give up the bliss that comes from times like these.
Soccer was really fun today and the rain was minimal until after the game ended. LFG is by far the smallest gal on her team and she’s really having fun.
They won three zip today which was nice considering that they got stomped six zip two weekends ago.
I suggested to our coach that we give the beaten team today another chance next weekend. Just so I can see this stunner from the other side. Here she is grinning at LFG and I’m thinking-“If you think she’s cute and has a move or two, wait till you meet her daddy .” Looks like she's sporting army pants-I'll march to her bark. That dog behind her ain't bringing much bark to the scene. Hold me.
I mean come on-the woman has a yellow rain coat. Wait till she sees mine.
Shell Cordovans for soccer-why not? Don't mess with me. I've got more style and game in my pinky than most of these cats out here.
Home from soccer and LFG is supposed to be folding clothes but no-she decides to do flam taps and double paradiddles instead. I can’t afford another set of drums. My Slingerlands are long gone but I can pop for some sticks every now and then.
The child is out of control and a double dose of Cotillion is due this little beast.
Ok, on to some Trad randomalia….
Everybody was wearing pink so you know I had to do something to tart my rig up a bit. Yellow cords and an orange pocket square. That doesn't match. Bingo!
Remember-hand felled button holes should look-on the verso-like LBJ's gall bladder scar.
Tone on tone herringbone with yellow monogram opposite the fifth button. Come on back Toad and tell me I'm a man of no consequence.Chicken. Shut up.
And finally-would someone get over here and clean this cluttered bedroom up just a bit. Those sleeve buttons need closing as well-according to the sartorial conscience of the world our buddy Mr.Tintintintintintintintintin.
Onward. With LFG.