The Results

Sage was, sadly, smoked in the 400 meter run.  She was urged by all to run the inside lane, and apparently listened well to her parents and coaches.

She waited until everyone else was off the starting line, jogged from her outside lane to the inside and then took off.  Parenting and coaching lesson #29 - five year olds take life literally.  Fortunately, I was able to distract her from the loss with five Girl Scout cookies, a hotdog, some Doritos, a Gatorade, nachos and some sort of sour candy that turned her tongue all stripey,

And we wonder why teen girls feed their emotions.

Both girls' teams placed in the 400 meter relay, so ours was a happy ride home. 

Softball is supposed to start this week, and a huge thank you to the mom who warned me that the kids share a batting helmet.  Just... ick.  Little 98.6 degree heads wedged into a plastic and foam shell on a 98.6 degree day can only result in serious funkiness.  We'll be picking up our own this week.

In completely unrelated news, the cat that we found in 2009 and who was supposed to be jettisoned into a new and wonderful life in someone else's home is finally getting spayed this Saturday.  She's in heat yet again and somehow managed to escape for a few hours this morning, so the timing could not be better.

That said, she was panting, hissing and beyond terrified when we found her, so I think it's a safe bet that her virtue is still intact. 

I'm going to end this before it devolves into a stream of wildly inappropriate consciousness about her beyond terrible disposition, her current physical state and the poor male cat that wanders our street.