There is nothing better than a Friday night high school football game.
Unless of course you are sitting in front of the football expert. Holy Snikey's Batman. That happened to us tonight.
This man was yelling stuff I've never heard of. "Break up that wedge, come on!" "Get the, uh, I forget, somethin' about a lateral somethin' or other" Anyway, it was new to me.
Anyway, you know how you REALLY want to turn around to check out who is yelling in your ear, but it would be totally obvious.
I never got a visual. Shucks. And we lost. Shucks again. We lost. Like I was on the field or something. No, I was the one in the stands with the small daycare and the bucket of low-fat popcorn.
And I went through about 6 outfits before we could load the bus and head to the game. Apparently I have no Friday night football clothes. I've got 2 extremes. Bum out clothes or dressy. Well, dressy-er type clothes.
It was fun though. The air smelled like Fall. The band was really, really good. Everything was glittery and my boys were mesmerized.