Archives for November 2007

Sister and I have been awake since FOUR FORTY FIVE IN THE AM, so needless to say there’s some sleep on my immediate horizon.

But oh. My goodness. We had the best time ever watching our beloved Bulldogs beat Alabama 17-12.

Also, I got SUNBURNED. While wearing sunscreen. Because it’s NOVEMBER.

I’m telling y’all: my skin is the color of parchment paper.

But look! Gloriousness!

I’ll be back tomorrow or Monday with all manner of mindnumbing details.

It’ll be fun. Really. I promise.

Go ‘Dogs.

Do you hear that loud noise? That loud, swooshing noise caused by the LARGE PIECE OF MACHINERY currently residing at the top of our driveway?

Really? You don’t? Because if you asked me right now, I would vow and declare that the noise WILL NEVER, EVER GO AWAY.

Apparently a water main broke in our neighbor’s front yard last night – at least that’s what I’m guessing since there was a small yet powerful river flowing down our driveway for the better part of about twelve hours.

So now the water works people have cut off the main line on our street, rendering us temporarily waterless, and I don’t know if you have ever had the pleasure of hanging out at your house with a small child when there’s no water, but it’s been interesting to see how the little man has never in his whole life ever had to go to the bathroom more frequently than he has this afternoon, and now that I mention it, I’m not faring much better myself.

Also: the fact that we decided to go eat Mexican food for lunch may prove to be an unfortunate call on our part.

I’m just sayin’.

And another also: Alex seems to think that every single “swish” of the pumping machine sounds like “POO POO POO POO POO” because HE KEEPS SAYING IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN, OH PLEASE HELP ME, SWEET MERCY, HELP ME.

Good times. Precious memories.

Anyway, Sister is coming into town later this afternoon, and we could not be more excited about that because 1) we love it when Sister comes to visit and 2) we are going to the Mississippi State / Alabama football game tomorrow, OH YES MA’AM WE ARE.

(As a brief aside, Alex just stopped his bike to tell me that if I eat poo-poo and tee-tee, it will make me throw up, in which case poo-poo and tee-tee will come out of my mouth. Then he pedaled off all nonchalantly after leaving me with that stunningly beautiful image.)

(Clearly I am the luckiest woman alive.)

Anyway, the State / Bama match-up is always a great one, and I for one cannot wait to hear some cowbells ringing at Scott Field tomorrow. This is a huge game for the Bulldogs since we have the chance to be bowl-eligible for the first time in, oh, seven years, so I think it goes without saying that Sister and I will be screaming, “COME ON NOW, SON” at regular intervals.

Even better? I’ll get to see Daphne and Emma Kate and Lea Margaret, and I’ll get to hear the Famous Maroon Band play the fight song, and I’ll get to cheer for the Bulldogs with about 55,000 of my favorite people I’ve never met.

Win or lose, I think it’s gonna be a mighty fine Saturday.

So I’m off to straighten up the house and figure out what’s for supper (restaurant! that’s what’s for supper! restaurant!) and iron my clothes before we leave at the crack of dawn tomorrow. And don’t even bother to tell me that ironing won’t matter because I’ll be all wrinkled by the time we get there, because ANTICIPATION IS HALF THE FUN, PEOPLE.

Maybe even three-quarters of it.

Y’all have a great weekend.

And Go ‘Dogs.