Dad's on "vacation."

He's on vacation.  We hit the playground for our niece's birthday-day, she wanted "cupcakes at da playground," and it was ninetyhundred degrees there - so we stayed until the drinks ran out. 

Then off to do some super-fun school clothes shopping for my seven year old, who was thrilled that I picked her out the Sketchers light-up sneakers that want to give me a seizure.  

ETA:  I just emptied her room of all non-fitting clothes, filled another black trash bag, and she's down to bare minimums.  Whew.

So, how did I do today?  I'm low on calories, actually.  Even with the consumption of a Big Mac, minus the three bun bits and most of the sauce, I'm low.  I'm headed to bed, and I always eat something with my brain drugs, so I will be ending today at just about 1,000 calories, no exercise aside from some playground time, and walking in the heat to shop.  I'm pleased.