and that means one thing...
Today, Miles and I are going to register to play for the Y. (Well, to register Owen and Miles, I will be the one screaming on the sidelines.) They won't let moms play soccer, you know. Why? Well, because we would be so wildly competitive and completely freakin' awesome - it would be all people would want to do all day long is watch the moms playing soccer. People wouldn't be able to go in to the office - they'd be at the soccer field, watching the moms. The world would stop, watching the moms play soccer! Duh!
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