Sunday, November 11, 2007

Sunday afternoon

It's Sunday afternoon and I'm watching the kids while Annie's out with a friend from South Africa. It's been a quiet weekend, save for Silvi screaming in the background as she is apt to do prior to all naps. She's got a cold and is trying to fend off another fever. How Ian sleeps through her cries I have no idea.

In a few hours Annie and I are going on a date to watch a soccer game at the Metrodome with one Mr. David Beckham. Although I'm not a huge fan, I am a fan nonetheless, and the days when I get to watch a proper soccer match are few and far, far between.

I'll let you know if he lives up to the hype...

5 comments:

Carole said...

When it comes to soccer, I feel a bit like Brian Reagan, "Go my favorite sports team, go. Beat the opponent soundly...in the skirmish."

Laurie said...

Enjoy your date! I know over here, grown-up time is a hot commodity.

Kim Ayres said...

Can't stand the game - trauma of school sports and humiliation in the playground and that sort of thing

Tricia said...

A date? What's dis?

Tom said...

Carole: All you have to remember about American soccer is - there is no American soccer...

Laurie: As it is here, and we had a blast.

Kim: I'm starting to get into the game of boules (Petanque in France); maybe we'll have a shot at a game one day.

Tricia: Tell me about it.