Friday's bring the usual...
Friday Night Lights. Hamburger and bottled water from the concession stand and...marching band. Except this week's the-Flyers-win-yet-again game was a pink out game-- new fashion all the schools are doing to support Susan G. Komen For a Cure.
The color guard girls decked out in new section t-shirts and pink bows in the hair to wear with warm-ups for the night. A night of muddy field and mist in the air.
Saturday M headed off to Columbia to check out and hang out with Marching Mizzou. Decisions. Decisions.
D went to yet another Sweet 16 birthday party. It's the season! It's the season my wallet is wishing my kid wasn't so liked by so many.
Which left Princess A, King Ralph and I to hang with my little brother who really needed our good company. And us his. We ordered the most delicious pizza and played with his new doggy.
Sunday we skipped church, slept in (sssshhh maybe Jesus didn't miss us as much as we missed him), waited for M to come home and then King Ralph and I hit the highway with our favorite Harley riding cousins. We took the ferry over to Chester, IL where we checked out the Popeye Festival. I saw the Popeye Museum was inside the Spinach Can Store and refrained from entering for fear it would be similar to the Oz Museum. I didn't need anymore family hating on me than my own daughters for visits to strange museums. My favorite was some lame imitation of WWE wrestling in a ring outside the Knights of Columbus hall. Only at the Popeye Festival! Now I can say I've been and I'll never need to return. I am certain this little river town is rather quaint and inviting when it isn't full of traveling carnival rides and smells of fried foods sold from makeshift wooden stands.
I'm now going to ice my buttocks as they are sore from a 170 mile ride on a seat the size of a snack cracker... and wait for Monday to come around.