It's that time again: the FIFA World Cup! There are 64 games, and once again Chris plans to watch all of them.

We were in Santa Barbara last weekend, and Chris got up at 5:30 AM to watch the England game live at a pub. (If you don't watch it live, how can they feel your support while they play?) I suppose he could have watched it in the hotel room, but I am a cruel cruel wife who needs her sleep. Besides, I'm sure it was more fun to watch it with a hundred other fans than with a grumpy wife who's telling you to be quiet.

This weekend we were kicking the soccer ball around in the backyard with our nieces, and Molly (the four-year-old) said: "You know the trick to soccer? Never pass the ball!"