Real life.

Right now, my husband has plunged himself into a job that involves ripping out the old shower, re-plumbing and creating a whole new shower for our showering delight! 

{Please say you noticed my word play on using "plunged" to describe the job.

Eh, Eh?? Just re-read it.}

He's not alone, his dad is helping him.

I, however, am alone. Except for the girls {a.k.a dogs}. 

That's why you have heard from my sweet fingers three times this week! 

This time I won't be talking much, though.

Mostly because it involves football. And mostly because I have a very minimal understanding of the sport and could probably go the next 37 years of my life without watching another game. 

That last statement is pretty much blasphemy living in Oklahoma. That's why I'm whispering. Very, very quietly. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeaseeee don't tell husband!! That last statement was also a wee bit dramatic.

Quite honestly, I enjoy watching football games when I'm actually at the game. Right in the middle of all the action! There's something incredibly soothing about being in the middle of a bunch of angry people who are all wearing the same color shirt as you. Call me crazy....or call me maybe....it's really up to you! The point is, you haven't experienced football until you've experienced Oklahoma football. It's not a game, folks, it's life. Real life.

This last weekend I went to my first OSU game with Matt and dare I say, it was incredible!

Fun isn't a strong enough word, but it's all I can come up with for now! Word.

And the boys managed to pull off a win, even with the zebra stripes playing for the other team.

Suck it, West Virginia!

Wow, too much?? Ain't no thang.

I'll stop here and let the pictures speak for themselves.