I love running early. but not usually on Friday's. And not AFTER super fun [late] basketball games the night before.
But it was a blast at the game last night.
I mean seriously. . . . . the man wears my number in honor of me. [insert "awwwwww"]
It was the first game of the new
boy . . . .
you. could. tell.
Air ball count = eight
cuss words = too many to count
beer bellies = ditto from above
ref beer bellies = one
ref who fell because of their bellies = one
It's soooooooo funny sitting in the stands hearing people talk about the Pita:
"He's tall" [you are a genius]
"He's probably 6'4"" [haaaaaaaaa, until you stand next to him then he's 6'8"]
"That tall guy has a nice shot" [duhhh, part of the reason I married him]
"I bet he played in college" [naaaaaa, wrestling]
"He should have blocked that . . " Me: Hey you freak! That wasn't even remotely by him. How'd you want him to block it with his go-go-gadget arms?
reason #4,487 why I should not be allowed to go to a sporting event. Especially one in which a family member is playing in.
But hey, game one, done [& won]. And the Pita [or his um err family] didn't even get kicked out for bad behavior. s c o r e !
Thanks to Dawn who let me bug her with these awesome factoids during the game.
We came home to find the Pita's pets out doing their night-time "roam about" .
Let me introduce you:
Here's "largy" - yep, he's large.
Here's "medium" - yes, we are original.
Here's "spot" - well, duh because he has spots. ;)
Side note "extra large" died.
They. are. awesome. right?!
so on to tonight.
date. night. YAY!
I found out about it in this super awesome card I got in the mail from the Pita on Wednesday.
Freaking. Loved. it.
I've censored it for Peanut's viewing pleasure.
Happy Friday to ALL!!