And since I spent the last few days in town watching my daughter lose both her state soccer games I will now exhibit my new skillz less through my amazing Jack Johnson and more through my amazing daughter.
But first, if I were an impressionist this is how I would paint what Hawaii looks like from my Santa Fe window as I'm driving to my daughter's soccer game:
And if I were a cubist . . .
And if I were a swirlist, this is what why daughter's soccer field would look like cubed then squared then swirled:
And if I were a realist . . .
Now for my amazing daughter . . .
Here's what she would look like if she played soccer during the early twentieth century.
And here's what she would look like if she were playing soccer in the mid twentieth century:
And here's what she would look like if she were playing soccer in the early twenty first century.
And here's what she would look like if her team didn't have enough uniforms so she had to exchange shorts publicly every time she subbed in.
