Another Sunday morning coming down...
As Daddy was melting down this morning it was turning into a beautiful day outside...that was part of the reason that he was melting down. It was much too nice to just sit and rot. Despite the testosterone flowing through his bloodstream, he just isn't the type to sit on his sofa each and every Sunday, watching millionaire football players disappoint him. He typically donates a good chunk of his Saturdays each and every Autumn to watching amateur football players disappoint him. Why would he ever venture to add another day to that nonsense? Sunday's are meant for meandering...rest, schmest...Daddy wants to get gone.
So we got on the road and just started driving around when we realized that Zoey needed some fall clothes, and even some winter clothes...she's growing ridiculously fast...and so while most men sink deeper into well worn couches and the kind of incendiary depression that goes unnoticed for decades, this guy went shopping with his wife and daughter. Why wouldn't I? I like that stuff. At the very least it provides significantly less opportunity to develop dents in your couch cushions.
We listened to the Lions game on the radio...played soccer in an Old Navy store, drank coffee, basked in sunshine, sat on park benches, and bought some of the coolest clothes ever for the Zedder. I like shopping with my girls, they're fun. They don't make me feel tipsy, or lazy, or regretful, or slobberrific in any way shape or form. I can't say as much about NFL football.