After a particularly intense game of Sardines in the woods on the Friday after Thanksgiving I woke to find that my face, MY FLIPPING FACE, was covered in poison ivy. I blamed my minions and my nieces – they prompted me to play. So I sent this text to my oldest brother detailing his daughters complicity in my poison ivy.
His response: ‘Sardines in the woods=One of the great blunders along with fighting a land war in Asia and going against a Sicilian when death is on the line.’
Oh, The Princess Bride! How I love you.
I’m not sure if you’ve heard but a little thing called the Iron Bowl was played over the Thanksgiving weekend.
“I thought you said you didn’t want to talk about it.”
Yes, yes. One minute you’re buying a cake that says ‘War Eagle’ and the next you’re…
…well, the next you’re watching your kids photobomb each other to get their pictures taken with said cake.
After the game went very, very south we loaded up the kids and headed to Arab to go to Santa in the Park. As we were trying to decide where to eat we passed by this restaurant:
I immediately thought of the earlier text with my brother and how getting annihilated by your most hated rival feels just a bit like death. So, I took a pic of the restaurant and sent this text:
Awww….my text got a ‘ha!’ And during that vile game no less. I’m kind of a rock star to get any Auburn fan to laugh during this season.
“Can we just stop talking about the game and eat these breadsticks?”
“I love these breadsticks…
…and the Princess Bride.”