Thanks for all the wedding picture love! I think our photographer was pretty fantastic! (And Tamara, the photographer had scouted out the magical light bench earlier that day-it’s impressive, huh?)
Marrying someone who loves sports has been a learning experience.
I’ve learned that someone who on a normal day can barely drag themselves out of bed at 8 am will be up, bright eyed and raring to go if there’s a game on.
I’ve learned words like “offsides” and “holding”.
(Not what they mean, mind you, just to smile and nod when I hear them)
I have also learned that once football season starts, if I want my husband’s attention on the weekend, my best bet is cooking something delicious.
So with Sports Center as background music, I start doing things like this
Which gets his attention enough for him to pause. And then smell these coming out of the oven
Because he’s so wrapped up in football, he doesn’t know what’s coming until he sits down to this
(Seriously. He told me he thought he was just getting country gravy-no meat-on biscuits. He about died with the sausage and eggs. And that biscuit recipe is possibly the best ever. Ever ever.)
Because the Chiefs were playing. And I guess they’re pretty terrible. So you can’t find them on normal TV. Which means to see the game you have to go to a sports bar.
The game started at like 10 am.
Those tiny looking tvs on the bottom? Normal, decent sized TVs. That big screen? At least 10 feet tall.
Clearly if I’d simply watched more sports in college, I would’ve had less of a reputation for being a drunk.
Live and learn.
If you have blood sugar issues, beer and onion rings are a terrible terrible choice for breakfast.
Live and learn friends, live and learn.