Or at least that is how I just explained it to my spouse.
1. It’s played on Sunday, which would be the Lord’s day if I believed in that sort of thing
2. They keep trying to take the ball away from each other. That is coveting, which is a sin
3. Sometimes, it sure looks like they are trying to kill each other.
Clearly a road to ruin.
Or I think to much.
Or, uh, I’m weird.
Or all of the above.
Back to my regularly scheduled book reading.
There is someone
Sitting in the daisies.
She isn’t a girl
She’s nearly a woman.
Sitting in the daisies
Saying the verse.
Over and over
Picking off the petals
One by one
Daisy after daisy
Saying the rhyme
Like a mantra
Or a prayer
Until she gets it to stop
at the right place.
He loves me.
And on Friday, there was once again football.
I have already established how I feel about football not being played on the designated day for it: Saturday.
That being said, it was the last tailgater of the season. Last chance to see the tailgate gang until next year.
I’ll have a little more free time on weekends. A little more rest for my liver, which will be very thankful for it.
A little less time with my folks, Ken and Nicole.
Someday I will figure out a way to get Ken and Nic to come to Portland…
As usual, there were smiles, laughter, drunken Gummi bears. Yes, because we are all 12 on the inside. No, the smiles and laughter are not entirely because of the drunken Gummi bears. We all actually like each other enough to smile and laugh even when we are sober.
Talk about things to be grateful for…
Akeem Gonzales, one of the Beaver players (firmly on the bench) blew a kiss at me at the end of the game when his team went ahead. So that was flattering. He sure did a lot of pelvic gyrations while he was standing on the bench.
Here are the tailgating shots:
We won’t talk about how bad the game was. We won. That’s the good part.
Do you suppose other women my age post this many pictures involving drinking?
Don’t answer that.